The moaning ghost

As the old wooden door crept open, she held her breath and closed her eyes. Certain that these were the last few minutes of her life, she decided to turn and look. She panted as she scampered down the freezing stairs, gasping for breath she came to a stand still. Nowhere to go. She heard a familiar moan coming down the stairs towards where she stood. She shuddered at the thought of who - or what - was coming. She saw a shadow appear through the fog. The creature let out another moan. Then she scramble up the stairs and never went back down.