That makes since. I am definitely not a poet by any stretch of ones imagination, but I do like a good story every once in a while. I'm just surprised that some people on here actually like some of mine.
The feelings I get from it though are unease. The scene that I feel would be fitting behind her would be a Victorian staircase, with dim candle lighting. Red velvet curtains hanging at the top of the staircase. "Won't you come in? ... Friend?"