In the Basement
The light changed the dust, turned it diamond and gold, showed it twirling and dancing in the air. Anne never blinked, at least she tried not to, not while the light came in through the crack.
Even as her body withered and shrank, the light fed her craving for the sun and it nourished her soul. The light, as long as it was there, was her guardian, it kept her safe and the monsters at bay.
Anne heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She scrambled to hide the crack, to cover the light, lest it be taken away. She was plunged into darkness just as she heard the key turning in the lock.