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.
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