Darkness swallowed Yeara. She could not see anything at all. Her eyes looked around as if to check if anybody was there, even though she could not see. Fear stung through her bones as her veins trembled, her pulse beating inaccurately.
"Oh heavens, Yeara, what have you done?"
At this point, it was no longer curiosity killing the cat, but the curiosity right now was about to kill her.
"Maybe I should open the down door," she said to herself as she pressed the torch button again, hoping that this time it would not behave this way—but it did not turn on.
She moved her hands in the air, careful not to fall or miss her footing as she climbed down.
Maybe she could open the down door to create light that would help her go up again, knowing if she climbed up with no sight of what was ahead. She might be taking a huge risk.
She finally reached the ground slowly. Her hands rested on the wooden door frame. She squinted her eyes as if trying to see the knob, but she could not.
