Sight:
Her common sense fails
She opens the old front door
Slips inside the house
Taste:
Mouth filled with dryness
Her throat turns to sandpaper
Saliva like dirt
Touch:
She feels the floor squish
Hands trace the soft rotten wall
Brush aside cobwebs
Smell:
Her nose sniffs and snorts
Filled with the dusty cold air
Rot, mold, and decay
Hear:
Behind her – footsteps
Creaking across the old floor
Swish of an ax blade