Walking down the hallway

The wooden steps creaked underneath the heavy carpet with every step she took up them. The staircases spun around each other and the chandelier, floor after floor, leading her to the third and last one. Everything was more or less silent - other than a few whispers behind closed doors to the right of her, nothing moved, nothing dared disturb the quietness. Helen decided to go down the left hallway, deciding that the Master most probably slept away from any of the slaves’ chambers, in the other wing of the house. The light from the chandelier was slowly dimming, the further she went from it, until she couldn’t see further than her hand in front of her. Something shined near the other end of the hallway, a single line of light, underneath one of the doors. She rushed to it, trying her best not to stumble in the darkness.