The Top of the Stairs

Spiraling into misty dark twisting invitation to rise above what awaits at the top of the stairs wispy sighs slinky down on steps one . . . and more confining moldy walls press closer little explosions of panic skitter across her mind even as her quivering hand reaches for the stair rail and one foot steps up and up . . . as she tries to resist a push from behind quickens her pace even as she drags her toes over the steps her mind fogs with panic goes away her feet move of their own will upward toward the sighs coming to meet one step more . . . another insistent bump from behind and she trips, falls on both knees bloody even as she stands and runs upward twisting stairs blindly insane with terror malevolence tugs tugs pulls labors even as she spirals upward closer sighs ever more audible musical inviting it comes . . . . it comes even so an immense power snatches her yanks her swipes her ~ enfolds her. ~~ embraces her calms her loves her she opens her eyes and sees below . . . There. hell bound it screeches burning in its own evil as she flies cradled in the wings of an angel from the top of the stairs