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The stairwell was dark and moody for the man with groceries in his hand. He debated if he wanted to take the long way home, down the hill. He heard rumors of braver men taking the stairs and getting loss. He heard of men going insane on each passing step. The man watched shadows move. He started to hear whispers. The bags in his hand grew heavy. “Just take the stairs. They are only stairs made of stone and nothing more.” He said out loud. “Don’t be pussy.” As he took the first step a chill went down his spine. Cold and wet. As if he was now in a world casted in shadows. He saw a blue Devil cross his path. Then a floating green man dance with Maracas. “Get ready to die. Get ready to die.” The green man said with a crooked smile. “Crap. It’s too late now.” The man told himself. He took another step. The devil tripped him caking him to drop his bag. His groceries soon feel out. He watched them disappear into the shadows. The spirits laughed. “How stupid of you mortal.” “We’re gonna eat good today.” “I want to eat him.” The man pissed himself. He tried heading back, however the first step was gone. “You have to keep going. No heading back now mortal.” A fox made of glass said. He was in a hat and had one purple eye. “Let me be your light.” He hands him a can of beans as a token of friendship. The man expected and let the Glassfox lead his way.

The stairs is home to many darkspirt, but with darkness comes a bit of light. Published: Oct 11, 2019. Renamed: Mar 28,2021.