Mind in the Dark

I heard a noise coming from the cellar.  It was confusing to me at first, the sound resembled that of a heart beating steadily, ripping through the silence of the night.  I picked up my cell phone, camera, and some matches, then began to walk down the dark hallway and stopped at the cellar doors.  Rusted and rotting from age, they were and eye sore.  I placed my hand on one of the glass knobs and turned it.  The knob was resistant and squeaked when turned it.  I took a few steps down to the landing and paused.  I opened my phone and sent a text message to my friend Tish,  'Something is making a noise in the basement...im going to check it out'  
I lit the old chipped taper holder that lay on the ledge of the wall, and continued to descend down to the cellar with it in hand.  The old stairs creaked, not being used in years, they were covered in a thick layer of dust and I feared they would fall apart under me.  I made my was through the darkness with only candlelight leading my way, and came upon an old bicycle.  Through the rust I could see that it had once been blue and white.   The spokes were bent up a little and the reflectors and mirrors had been busted and shattered.  I knelt down to examine it though curiosity.  I then realised it was in front of an old hard wood desk.  I moved the bike over to the side and placed it against a stone wall.  There didn't seem to be anything special about the desk, just some old newspapers scattered on top under a leather bound book.  I picked up the book and opened it, not catching sight of a title.  I was both curiouse and excited to see an old thick skeleton key.  I took the key out of the book and placed the book back on the desk, leaving it open.  Having forgotten about the beating noise, I jumped back a little in fright when it started again.  Doing so I dropped the key and the candle went out.  It was dark, cold, and I was filled with fright.  I slowly reached into my pocket and grabbed a match.  But when i went to light it, the candle was already lit.  I paused in pure fear, closed my eyes, and opened them again a few seconds later.  It was dark, the candle was no longer lit.  I was sure that it had just been aflame, but it was cool and the wax was hard.  I struck up a match and lit the candle, then searched for the key I had droped.  I claimed it from underneath an old washer, that looked as if it had broken many years ago.  When I stood back upright something whooshed past my head.  I turned around quickly and said to myself in a quiet self assuring voice, "Just the darkness playing tricks on me."  I sent another text message to Tish informing her of my situation.  But while doing so, a noise came from upstairs.  I informed her of that as well and then put my phone back into my pocket.  I started to head back up form the cellar when something whispered something to me that sounded like my name.  My body became heavy and I was stuck in that spot, trying to breath as lightly as possible.  I felt a chill run down my spine,  I then threw the tapper holder against the wall, flinging candle wax all about.  Then ran up the stairs tripping several times.  I made it to the top and went to twist the knob.  I was giving a major fright when I couldn't find a door knob.  It was gone, I frantically searched for the smooth glass door knobs but there was nothing there.  I heard a hissing voice speaking in words I couldn't understand getting closer and closer when all of a sudden the doors broke open and I fell unconscious in the hallway in a cold pool of blood.  I awoke some hours later in the early morn, and remembered where I was and what had happened like I had just fallen.  I had caught sight of the blood on the flood, cold as ice, and felt it on my body everywhere.  I looked all over for cuts or any wounds.  But I was fine.  The blood was not that of my own.