The
steps were slippery without any railings for support, forcing them to grab hold
of the slimy walls. After making their way down the wet stairs, they heard the
door slam shut behind them. Mike ran back up the stairs. “Now we have to continue
forward, since there’s no other way out,” Mike said with a new quiver to his
voice.
Mike
wasn’t so brave anymore. Louise was distracted by a cold wetness. The dampness
was coming from her feet: her feet were wet. She looked down and was horrified
to find herself standing in a basement filled with water—water that reached above her ankles and
covered most of her leg. She couldn’t understand it; the water had not been
there a second ago. A whole pool of water couldn’t just appear on a whim from
out of nowhere.
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