(Prompt courtesy of Madison Woods. If you’re interested go check out her story and then read the comments to find more stories from this particular prompt.)
She descended the stairs and a flicker of light caught her attention. It resembled a lone strand of spider webbing dancing to a rhythm she couldn’t quite hear. She reached out, her finger grazed the strand, and her ears were assaulted with a cacophony. Jerking her hand back the strand clung to her and as she tried to shake it off it wound around her fingers.
Fleeing the steps, she snuck into the hall. It was warm and alive with too many people, too much noise. Absentmindedly she rolled a string between her finger and thumb. It was cool to the touch and through the noise of her surroundings she could hear it whispering, calling her. She slipped back out into the night.