She listens intently to your story, wincing as you tell of what happened to the debt collector. "Geez. That's rough, buddy. Could've gotten off so much easier if he didn't know people. I'd say he had it coming though. Sounds kind of like a scumbag to me."
"Well, as long as we're doing confessionals." She sits up and takes a deep breath.
"So I can't recall if I told you or not, but back home I worked for years as a park ranger. Hence how I know how to live out in the middle of nowhere. I was part of a team working to contain part of the Everfree Wilds. Just so happened that the area we were in was… haunted, I guess. Always had weird stuff going on out in the middle of the woods. Voices from nowhere, noises that no one could explain, bodies in places they couldn't have gotten to. You know. Weird stuff."
"One of those things was that every once in a while, while looking for someone who went missing, we'd come across a set of stairs out in the woods. Not attached to anything, just… stairs. Like if they'd been taken out of a house and just placed there. When I first started, I was told never to go near them, and to just ignore them if I saw them. But I was always wanted to know what was going on with them."
"Once, I was with my boss going out to look for a young mare that had gone missing. Must have been like 11, 12 years old. Didn't even have her mark yet. We're using hounds to try and track her, and they seem to have found something. So we're following their trail, and we take a quick break because the boss needed to go pee or something. And lo and behold, there they are. Those damned stairs. I try calling out to the boss, but no answer from him, so I get a little curious. I go up to the stairs, and walk up to them."
"At first nothing happens, but then I feel this sort of prickling on the back of my neck. Like pins and needles. Then I just get the most god awful feeling. Just pure dread, like the whole world's about to end. So I get off the stairs, then it immediately goes away. Then the boss finds me."
"'You went up them, didn't you,' he said. He was pissed like nothing else. I asked him how he knew, and he just pointed at the hounds. They'd completely lost the scent. Like whatever they were tracking had just… vanished."
"He fired me then and there. Then, when I got home, I found police waiting for me. They'd found the girl's leg on my front porch. No body. Just the leg. Of course, they tried me for murder, couldn't find any evidence on the contrary. The boss even testified against me. Lied in court and everything, said he suspected I'd kidnapped her all along. I don't know why he would. Before the stairs incident, we got along just fine."
"So, one thing led to another, and they threw me down here. Must've been about four, five years ago now. I… I just can't help but wonder what would've happened if I'd left those damn stairs alone. What would we have found if we'd just kept moving? Would she have been alive? Could I have saved her?"
"Hell, maybe I am guilty. So there. Let that be a lesson I guess. If you see some weird stuff in the middle of nowhere, don't mess with it. Just don't. I don't know what it is, and I don't want to know. But there are terrible things out there."
She falls silent, leaning back again and staring at the ceiling.