Sensory+Paragraph

I stepped into the musty dark room and looked around for anything creepy. The old yellow paint was peeling off the walls in strips from up and down left to right and bubbles exposing the grayish wall beneath. The battered, deep brown wood floors were stained in several places with rush colored smears. They looked and felt like old blood. Dust webs floated in the air, attached to the ceiling and fixtures somewhere in the shadows above my head, I head a squeal. There was another door on the other side of the room, cracked open a few inches, but I couldn’t see what was beyond it, although I heard voices.