Dusk, some believe, is a time when two worlds meet and are divided by the thinnest of veils. It is a time when that which is not meant to be seen can be. The walls are down, and the windows are open.If one finds themself alone in the woods at dusk, when the fog rolls across the ground and your sense of direction is lost, beware. There are those who say something may find you.You may come across a staircase. It may be of rusted iron, or collapsing, weathered wood. It is a sp...