Looking straight up he found only a faint reflection of the glow of the city lights in the sky.
At last he found a cellar window.

He tried it and found it locked, but a little maneuvering with his knife enabled him to turn the catch at the top of the lower sash.

Then he raised it slowly and leaned into the blackness.

Something incredibly soft, tenuous, clinging, pressed at once against his face.

He started back with a shudder and brushed away the remnants of a big spider web.
Then he leaned in again.