When I was young, I used to be quite afraid of this staircase. It's always chained up, dusty and forlon. I wondered where it led to, and imagined that there must be a ghost up there. It is still there today (the staircase that is), but its lacy pattern contrasted prettily against the light from the window. There is a chain across, suggestive of forbidden space. There's no notice, but it's almost clear to anyone that this is Do Not Enter zone. The mysterious forboding continues to tantalise my imagination.
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