Ravi had never cared to enter such a dark and depressing mortuary of defunct household goods, but as Raghu's whistling grew angrier and sharper and his crashing and storming in the hedge wilder, Ravi slipped through the crack and was gone.
It was dark and spooky in the shed. It had a muffled smell, as of graves
It grew darker in the as the light at the door grew softer, fuzzier, turned to a kind of crumbling yellow pollen
With a whimper he burst through the crack, fell on his knees, stumbled on stiff benumbed legs across the shadowy yard
When Ravi arrived, he realised that everyone had forgotten he existed. He was flooded with tears and misery. :(