Suspense

The girl, pale and blue-eyed with long stringy blonde hair, stuck out a shoeless foot to take a step quietly down the basement stairs.  Her socks were white with holes.  Her childlike nature made her seem to be the age of a preteen, but Sally was twenty the year her brother died.  She crept down the basement stairs, each creak raised tiny hairs on her spine.  She hadn't been down there since the night she found him dead.  The pale light from the tiny window was bright enough to only fill half of the room of light.  The room was full of old books and the floor was scattered with old clothes that were now moldy and damp.  Sally reached out to pull the light switch in the darker half of the room.  The air was musty and began to affect her allergies.  As she swung her arm around the area the cord was usually found, her eyes began to water and then to close until she lost control all together and pulled her head back, mouth open, and let out a sneeze.  At the same time she found the cord to the light switch in her hand, she pulled down on it and illuminated the room.