The corridor was dark. He could hardly tell where he was going. All James could do now was grope around in the dark dusky cellar. Searching for it in this decrepit old place seemed to be a good idea at first before. James just wanted to find that locket and get out of this place. He can feel the cold stagnant air in the cellar creeping down the back of his ratty old shirt. Finally he could make out what seemed to be a door just in front of him. James reached his hand out into the surrounding darkness to meet the door. He could almost feel his fingertips touch the hard rusted handle when he felt his chest sink and his hart momentarily stop. Time seemed to stand still in an eerie hush. Nothing could have prepared him for the ghastly voice that shrieked through his ears.