In one of my networking groups, we were challenged to write a fifty word story. Down the Dark Staircase below is my contribution. The second half came out a little to poetic though.
She flipped the switch, but no light illuminated. A tight grip on the banister would guide her down the staircase, and unknowingly into a breakneck slash. It pulled her into the darkness and bit, not knowing its death strike missed. She trashed and cried, but it still devoured her alive.