A Room With A View #GC04

Lizzie climbed the wooden staircase and unlocked the door. It was a large wooden one with traditional bolts and a giant keyhole to match. The key itself would take up half her pocket and the door had a good half inch gap between its base and the floor. As she entered, she inhaled a stale smell of old wooden furniture and musty books. She wondered who the previous occupant was. Outside she could hear a lot of banging on the wooden staircase; evidently Reuben had decided to drag both her bags up in one go rather than risk two trips. Still, at least it was early evening so she wouldn’t have to wake any of her new neighbours up; and maybe there might be a nosy parker willing to lend a hand and an opportunity to make a new friend at the same time. She flicked on a light switch but nothing happened; it looked like the previous occupant had took the bulb with them.