Thirty Nine Steps

Thirty nine steps to the open door. A broken mirror on the floor. Crackling fire from the log. The howling of the neighbors dog. A sudden chill through out the house. The cat gives chase to the mouse. Darkness all around. What the hell is that creepy sound? A shadow stares with red eyes. I scream but no one can hear my cries! I feel cold and hot. I try to move but I can not. It is so unfair a strange hold keeps me in this chair. If I could run the 39 steps would I be free? I just don’t know, maybe? I pray for the chance to see.