Set of Stairs

I moved into my new home not too long ago with my husband. The house was our dream home, really. Except... well, off into the corner of the house, there's a room with a set of stairs leading to... somewhere. When we go into the basement, I can stand right where the stairs are supposed to lead to, and they're no where to be seen. It doesn't make sense.

The other day while my husband was at work, I decided to be brave and try to see where these damn stairs lead to. I grabbed a flashlight and headed down. As I got further and further down the stairs, the light of my flashlight only got dimmer and dimmer. Like something was forcing the light from the thing. The stairs only kept going. When my the light went out completely, I stopped. I couldn't see a thing. But I could hear something in the dark from behind me. It sounded like scratching on the wall, rapid and getting closer. I couldn't go back up the stairs, or I'd run into whatever that thing was... but I couldn't continue going down. So I stood there like an idiot hoping that it just wouldn't see me.

Well I was wrong. It stopped right beside me, I could hear it breathing. It was so dark I couldn't see a thing. Whatever it was wrapped it's hand around my arm. It burned like nothing I've ever felt. But that's all it did.

I ran a quickly as I could up those damned stairs and I locked that door.

That was two days ago. As I write this, I've noticed I've changed. My skin is turning leathery, my teeth have become sharper. And I've become so hungry. Most food seems repelling, however. But one food looks the tastiest. My husband.