Ella Lacey was carrying two large bags, one in her left hand and the other in her right hand, feeling a bit awkward about being such a good person today, as the elderly woman had completely treated her like a servant, and the things she had in her hands hadn't been delivered home yet.
"Lady, what's wrong with you?"
The elderly woman's old and weak voice drifted out from the stairwell like a ghost, "If you're going to be a good person, go all the way and help me carry them up. I really can't carry them myself..."
"Oh, oh, I'll... I'll be right there..."
Ella's scalp prickled as she lifted her foot and walked into the pitch-black stairwell, stomping her foot hard on the ground, but no light came on.
"The voice-activated light is broken." The elderly woman's voice floated down from above.
Ella suddenly felt so creepy, her back tingled with fear. Was this elderly woman not scared?
This pitch-black stairwell with no light at all was terrifying!
