You feel a punch of dread the moment you leer your head up the stairs to the second story. The stairs are old and uneven- groaning in threats to drop you down with every step. The stair way is narrow, and you put your hands on the walls in fear of them closing in on you. You take a suffocating breath as you begin your ascent- hoping to find your way out. You feel the house preparing for you, as the second floor shifts above you. You feel like a mouse in a hellish labyrinth, shaking with every step up.