The Attic of a House

I had to go back. And I did the next morning, borrowing a flashlight on my way out. Had I been smarter about the layout than the old houses I would have tried to explore the attic but I didn't realize it was there. The darkness before me screamed to come down with my borrowed flashlight in hand. One step had long since rotten away and I jumped it. It's a miracle this step I landed on didn't snap too.