As I ascend the staircase, I feel that I will never be back down. It feels that I will remain upstairs for the remainder of my life. I have this urgent feeling today. An eerie, panic-stricken, grave feeling, as I slowly walk up the stairs. I can tell that damn ghost is back up there. I can smell her. Is this the end, or is it my imagination once again? Probably the latter; but just in case, I'm going back downstairs now...