Damp and wet. And scary. It's in the cellar. I closed my eyes to block out all sightings. I gasped as I whipped around, dropping my flashlight.
I got down on all fours and patted the ground next to me, looking for the yellow flashlight. There were a lot of interesting things in the cellar.
Old and dirty laundry that's been sitting there for days, a mini fridge that's never been used, and an old, rusty bucket that catches the drops from the ceiling. Drip, drip, drip.