Mari-J

He stood at the door, waiting to make his move forward. The door was perched at the top of a creaky set of wooden stairs. The door has been locked for quite some time. The one and only key resided clutched in his hand. He knew he had to do it. Well, there wasn't really any physical force causing him to have to enter the topmost floor of the house. There was really no urgent reason except that of his own. He knew he had to do it. The longer he waited, the harder it became. "Maybe, just a little longer," he thought. "Then it will be easier." Unfortunately with each passing second, the stairs that led down behind him looked more and more appeal