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After moving into a new house, you find a hidden door to an underground passageway...
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It started with a discovery I should have left alone. While unpacking in my new Victorian home, I stumbled upon an old, hidden door in the basement. Its edges were flush with the stone wall, and only a faint outline betrayed its existence. The cold, rusted handle resisted at first but then turned with a low groan, sending shivers up my spine.
Behind the door was a staircase spiraling into darknes...
“Hidden passage you say? Sounds interesting” my friend said as I told him about a hidden door to an underground passageway. We decided to explore the passage together while recording a live, we could potentially earn some views. Once we meet up at my house, we organized our tools and devices, we brought a camera, a flashlights, and a knife in case of emergency. Then we started our live, “Hi guys ...
_After moving into a new house, you find a hidden door to a underground passageway that leads to a new building in pearlaly world called Lorien at is where all your you are pirate a little girl Miami that ran away from home,are just her life story, the first few years of her life as a pirate,early in her pirate life, he was lost, and didn’t know what to do, then she met the love of her life Kahlil...
The hidden passageway let down a flight of steps that seem to spiral forever. It let beneath the grounds of the house there was mould liking growing along the couples stones and which were ancient and was sort of cleaning onto the walls poison ivy vines cleaned onto climbed onto the rocks , eventually static mites and static tights started to grow and they were glow worms as it got darker. It was ...
When the shelf fell and I was cleaning up the mess, I noticed that the wall was not flat. There was a little curve to it, upwards, and when I pressed against it, I felt a certain hollowness rather than the solid wall I would have expected. The house was new, so I didn’t want to destroy it so quickly, but my curiosity got the better of me and I took a hammer to where the shelf had been, so as not t...
“Now I know this was not here the last time we were shown this house.” Nate says looking towards his wife.
Her eyes wide as she moved the bangs from her eyes to make sure she was seeing things clearly.
“Babe, I think you’re right! The neighbors did say there were stories about this place.” Lala gets out finally. Her face now lighting up with the ideas flooding her mind.
“Wait wait wait wait w...
The door revealed a long tall narrow corridor that spanned in either direction, and despite being well lit neither side seemed to have a visible end. My brow began to sweat under the weight of choosing which to go or wether to turn back and barricade this door. I stepped into the brutal liminality of the space with an odd sensation of tranquility washing over me.
The hall completely featureless ...
“I didn’t know Grandpa was a Nazi,” Adria snorts, holding up a wooden box.
“What?” Wren marvels, biting back a laugh. She drops the old journal she’s been reading and scrambles to Adria’s side.
Adria traces the Nazi symbol painted on the box, the old red paint flaking off. “I can’t believe he was a Nazi.”
Wren shoulders Adria and rips the box from her hands. “Open it up.” She unties the leather...
Prologue~
The family of four practically bursted into the house. Kathryn remarked how the old wooden door didn’t pop off its hinges.
Summer was first to break away from the group. Her braids swung in the air as she sprinted through the entryway.
The rest of her family stood in awe. Well, in all honesty Deliah didn’t see the appeal. However, she was only freshly 2, her steps were s...
Saw it was a door
No one else noticed it
Walked through
Sharp pangs
Throat clenched
Muscles grew
Mirrored wall
Looking through
It’s not Alice, it’s you
(Beating heart)
Melting parts
Grabbing at nothing
But mildew
Dark and dank
Heart sank
Going deeper and him
Mindly weeper
Possessing grim
Folded hymn
I can’t go back
Too late, reality I’m stuck
Calamity in two
Bleeding luck
Nothing bad anymore...
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