“Is there a restroom I can use, Mrs. Engels?”

“Certainly,” Judy says.  She points back at the entryway.  “Up the stairs, right at the top.  Can’t miss it.”

The stairs are so steep, Megan has to cling to the railing to keep from falling backwards.  Each step creaks and moans like a macabre orchestra.  She peers down the narrow hallway, all of the doors shut.