Awesome. This is my kind of story. 🙂
Coming down here seemed like a good idea, at the time. Now I’m not so sure. My problem is I just can’t resist a dare. You’d think I’d have learned by now.
This corridor started behind an ordinary-looking door. The walls at that end are painted plaster, with no decoration. The floor’s tiled. There’re no windows and, when they closed the door behind me, I couldn’t see any further than the light from my lamp could reach, which wasn’t far, believe me.
After I’d been walking a few minutes, the lamp went out and I couldn’t get it lit again. That’s when I started to lose enthusiasm for the whole thing. I kept going, though. Hoping to come out into daylight at the other end, I suppose.
I had to feel my way along the wall. It’d changed from plaster to bare brick or stone and I could tell there…
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