Denella couldn't see anything. The darkness loomed all around her. It was pitch black and quiet; almost too quiet. The deafening silence made her mind linger around curiosity. It was strange.
Was she not in the right place? She had to be. After all, her mom used to take her around here when she was five. Denella remembered that so well. Her and her mom, holding hands, walking by the Seakards Factory to go to the park nearby. Denella loved seeing all of the people who worked there. She always used to say that she would be like them, working in the factory, when she got older. But she just proved to herself that people change as time passes by.
Suddenly, there was a crashing sound. It was coming from below her. It had to be the basement. She edged forward, her body shaking each step she took. She found the door that led to the stairs and slowly opened it, making sure she was aware of her surroundings. As she headed down the stairs, the door slammed shut behind her and shocked her. She could feel her heart skip a beat and her body still trembling.
The basement was even colder than where she was before. The flashlight on her phone was bright, but still not bright enough for her to see anything. Finally, she found a lever for the lights. She pulled it down, praying and hoping the lights were working. Luckily, they were and she no longer needed her phone, which was probably almost dead by now. It was big and spacious down there, although there were many cobwebs and lots of dust. You could almost see how filthy the air was with dust all around. Denella gulped and carried along, wishing that she wasn't alone.