I don't know whether this should go into PSL or here. Whatever, enjoy.
Pic that goes with story below (I had no clue how to end this)
tap
tap
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tap Small, furtive footfalls tickled the silence in the darkness. A young girl tiptoed away from her bed to the door with deliberation. Cracking the door open just slightly, she was pleased to discover that there was no light at all‑-especially from the room down the hall, from which only soft snoring escaped.
Now fully opening the door, the young girl stole away from her bedroom and stood in front of a stairwell. She took a deep breath and carefully began to descend the stairs, one step at a time.
tap
tap
tap The young girl tightly wrung the rail with both hands as she skirted around the edges of the steps.
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CREEEAAAK From under her foot, a vile cry tore the fabric of silence. The young girl froze on the spot, and her breath with her. And she endured a strained moment there, immobile.
Finally daring to disturb the air, she took small, quick mouthfuls of air and then leaned her ears over to the bedroom down the hall upstairs.
...
Still hearing only soft snoring, the young girl took in a deep breath and let out a heartful, relieved sigh and once again focused her attention on her midnight mission.
With care, she politely removed her foot from off the unruly step as it released another subdued cry. She put her weight into the rail, extended her foot, and skipped over the noisy step.
tap
tap
tap The young girl let out another sigh of relief as she finally made it down the stairs. She quickly trotted off into the dining room and prepared a plate of cookies. Sneaking one cookie into her mouth, she once again trotted back up the stairs--taking care to avoid that one step--and into her bedroom.
With the door behind her shut, her mission was finally over. The young girl crawled under her blanket and set the plate of cookies beside a thick book placed near the pillow. She made herself comfortable and took out a flashlight. Turning it on, a soft light illuminated the pages of the book. She began to read to her favorite doll, which was sitting next to the plate of cookies. Whispering quietly, her voice spread no further than the small perimeter of light.
"Chapter 1, Down the Rabbit Hole. Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she ..." Time rolls along. As the supply of snacks dwindle, even this small whisper is stilled, and the night is once again left undisturbed in silence.