THE DARK HALLWAY AT END HOUSE
As they continued along the long hallway, the candles in front of them lit up…while the ones behind them went dark. It was leading them somewhere but where?
On the right wall, a third door hung open with steps leading down to the basement. Louise refused to move forward another step. “I don’t want to go down into the basement of this house. It could have a dungeon or even a torture chamber.”
Mike glared back at her over his shoulder. “You have the choice of either remaining here alone or following us downstairs.”
Louise couldn’t believe how cruel Mike was to her. She was used to men flirting with her and doing things for her; she used to be very popular before she’d arrived in this town. But she didn’t know how to deal with a man who didn’t seem to like her at all. For now…she would just follow along.
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.