Rainy day... (Building up to climax)

The rain pattered onto the tin roofs of the houses in the village. Strong gusts of wind blew and howled, like a wolf to a full moon. Sharon was alone. All alone in the enormous castle-like mansion, all because of her curiosity. Her parsimonious desire to explore the mystery behind the castle attracted her there, and there she was, with her teddy bear and her schoolbag alone, in the exorbitant house, with 200 years worth of dust.

All of a sudden, the thunder roared, and all of the inanimate objects, that looked typical of an antique worthy house in the sunshine, started to look ghastly. They shone creepily under the light intervals from the lightning and under the blue light, things looked twice as intimidating as before. Sharon could imagine the terror and frights by the occupants 2 centuries ago while walking down the hallways in the middle of the night, and thunderstorms, especially when tales and folklores of witchcraft and wizardy shrouded the minds of the 18th century dwellers.

Out of the blue, a creaking came from bedroom upstairs. Intrigued, Sharon went up the majestic staircase and found the door ajar. A foul smell emitted from one of the rooms. Curiosity got the better of her. She went inside the room and...............................