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The real estate agent headed down the creaking stairs, aided with the light pouring in from the open stairway door. Tina hesitated, watching Mike go out the back porch door and down the outside steps and around the corner of the house and out of sight. She could barely see the realtors back, as his footsteps kept descending. The smell of earth was strong in the stairway, as Tina cautiously followed him down.
"Here's the problem. There's a few bulbs burnt out," the realtor said as he tapped the offending bulbs one by one, where they hung from the ceiling.
It was an unfinished basement and very deep. She guessed, fourteen feet from floor to rafters. Cobwebs and spider webs hugged the wooden framed ceiling as she passed their level on the stairs. She never had liked unfinished basements, they reminded her of an open grave, big enough to bury a house and the people in it.
"Stop it," Tina thought. It was vast and empty, echoing with their gritty footsteps. Like a tomb not meant to be disturbed.
"Shit! Stop it!" Tina reminded her thoughts. A beam of light followed the stair steps down with Mike's footsteps behind it.