I stepped onto an old mat as I entered the darkened, old house. I knelt and bent the corner of the mat up. It held the door steadily open to avoid the squeal of rusty hinges. I tiptoed silently through the hall, being careful not to disturb the sleeping owner. When I reached the familiar staircase, I stepped over the first stair and onto the second, then the third, and forth, clutching the banister tightly to keep my balance. I dodged every creaking stair that may blow my cover.
i just changed the order of some things and took out redundant and overused phrases like "creaked" which you said three times. gl sounds like a spooky, erie story.