With my limited body strength I lowered my self in to the tunnel below. It’s was wide and tall and the drop sent me to my knees, as I stood I wiped the dust and dirt of them. Looking around, this tunnel was grimy. Thick layers of moss sat on the damp stones and it had a smell of rotting rodents which hung heavy in my nostrils. Oh how I would love to bring benji down here. I knelt down to see the debris which had been kicked to one side. Ash… rat bones… broken glass… all expected. What was peculiar though was the long and thick wire that ran along the edge. Its casing was scuffed with claw marks and bumps, and its shape was slightly lost but it was clear electricity ran through its core. Strange. I stood back up and looked in both directions. One way look as though it had a door at the far end, the other split into three separate smaller pathways. Darkness made it hard to make out what they led, but my guess was nothing good. I’d read about old tunnels that run under Norwich, they used to be used by the castle but no longer stood a purpose since tourists cleared out of our city. But I never knew of any this far out, nevermind directly below my house. I wondered if they ran all the way back to the city, they where obviously in regular use from the cleared path in the center of the tunnel. So made sense that people would be using them to get stuff descritly in and out of the corners of the city.

Noises echoed from down one of the paths. Fuck. I jumped and grasped at the hanging handle of the door. Damn my weak arms. I ungraciously pull myself up enough to contort my legs back onto my carpet which slipped underneath my foot making me stretch in a way I wasn’t sure was possible. I managed to shimmy the rest of my body with me before lifting and clicking the trapdoor back into place. I rolled back the carpet and the tunnel disappeared. But now I knew.

With a huff, I dropped the last box down on the carpet. Unloading this truck by myself had been a gigantic pain in the ass, but I had to admit it did feel rewarding to have it all done. Now that I was here, I don't know what I was so afraid of. I can handle this alone.

It was time for a new start and looking around at the house I had bought without seeing in person first, I thought it could use a new start too... beginning with this god-awful carpet.

After unpacking the important items required for day to day living, days of extensive online research on how to pull up carpet, and struggling to unload my SUV after purchasing everything from a local hardware store in multiple trips, I was ready to begin my first renovation project. It was really the second, I guess, if I counted completely rebranding myself and moving cross-country away from everyone I know as the first.

I decided to start tearing up the carpet from the back corner of the living room so that I could work my way back to the front door. The questionably colored shag carpet was ancient, and I was curious to see what treasure it was hiding. I pulled my hair up in a messy bun, stretched a headband around my forehead to keep flyaway baby hairs out of my face, and set to work.

I had gotten into a groove tearing up carpet, bobbing my head to the wide variety of my shuffled playlist and singing when the moment called for it, that I almost missed the irregularity in the floor. There was indeed a beautiful hardwood floor waiting patiently to be set free, and for the most part, the existing boards were evenly cut and set in a uniform direction. The area I had just uncovered, however, showed the boards cut shorter just within a uniform square. I felt my brow furrow and ran my finger along the outer edge of the square, finding the groove to be minutely larger than the rest of the spacing between the boards. Slipping my fingernail in between the boards, I tried to pull up, but found no purchase. Frustrated and with a newfound determination, I hopped up and went in search of a flathead screwdriver.

I opened the drawer in the kitchen that I had allocated for dumping my very small collection of tools and other handy items and rifled through, setting the imposters on the counter. Finally, I had found it. When my mom had originally gifted me this pink tool set, I don't think she anticipated it being used to leverage up floorboards, but what was I if not versatile and adaptive.

I walked briskly back to the living room, fueled by excitement. Jamming the screwdriver into the edge of the square, I applied pressure and heard the boards creak in protest. At this point, I was so determined that nothing short of an act of God would keep me from seeing what this floor was concealing. The hairs on the back of my neck rose as the wood finally gave way, and the panel popped up from the floor. Hesitantly, I pulled it away and revealed what looked like a trap door. There was a ring that was presumably used as a handle, and a small keyhole next to it. I gave the ring a few experimental tugs, and let out a frustrated sigh when there was no give.

The steps below look brand new, as if it were built yesterday. The walls are made of stone like you see a castle built in Ireland are made from. I look straight down and see nothing. The steps just keep going. There is no light light at the bottom, it looks to keep going on and on. My heart is racing. Do I go down to see how far it goes, or do I stay up here and try again tomorrow. Then I think back to when I was first purchasing this house. If I would have waited until the next day and not made an offer when I did, I’d be in the next city over. This house would have been bought by the other nice couple here. I took a deep breath and took the first step. I was thrust into what some would have described as a portal. It felt like I was being torn apart. My insides feel rearranged and I can barely catch my breath. When I come to, I realized I was no longer in the house. Where am I?

It was weird because I have never seen this door it was well hidden. I asked my parents if they have ever seen this door before they said no and well I was surprised because it’s been 5 days and they have told me that they have looked everywhere. Well good thing I found this door maybe I could use this door as a hangout spot or something cool. I will go explore this path way even more it’s really weird seeing this for the first time I walk and well it’s pretty dark in here I will probably tell my dad to tell the owners to see if they know about this hidden door. Two days go by and my dad asked the owner that originally own the place and they said they have seen that door and he said some old guy used it for cutting bodies and stuff. My dad have told me that night it really scared me I didn’t go to sleep for about two nights because of what he had told me. I wanted to sleep with my dad because I was too scared to sleep alone. I asked and he said yes so for the last 2 weeks I slept with him. Eventually I had forgotten about the thing my dad told me about the door I explored it a bit more but this time grabbed a flashlight because I need to bring it because it was soo dark. I turned on the flashlight and I saw a light switch and I turned in on and it was a big room filled with like tools it was really weird the room was very big it was like a whole living room here. I asked my dad to put in new lights since the one that was on here was old and needed some modern lights. I really loved being in this room because it looks so cool and could be a whole movie theater. This is really good and cool I would love for this to be my room. I asked my dad and of course he said no I was pretty sad but I could still build this room like a hangout room. I asked and he said yes but how I’m I going to get any money to build this hangout room? I tried asking my dad he told me to do some work around the house each task is 20$ at the end of the day I earned about 100$ my goal is 1000$. So ten days had past by and I finally reached my goal it is amazing and now finally get to buy stuff with my hard work earned money. I buy soo many stuff that I could put around the room and while I was building and decorating my dad reminded me of school and tomorrow was my first day. The next day I was at school it was quite boring but I made new friends one named Tommy and the other named Max and well I had a great time with them they told me to play soccer with them and well we had a good time I was gonna ask if they wanted to come over to see if they would help me decorate my hangout area I really loved how it was going. As I was getting ready for bed I drank a glass of milk and feel asleep. I suddenly had a weird feeling and realized I just hopped out of bed in the middle of the night I heard a strange noise coming from down stairs and went down to check what it was. It was coming from the hidden door and well my parents were asleep and well it’s only me and my parents that lived in we didn’t have a pets. I check in the hidden door and well I check once I got there it was quiet. And then suddenly something grabbed me I was trying to scream so my parents could help get me but something was covering my mouth i passed out. In the morning my dad found me on the floor and well the whole time in school I was wondering what that was that had grabbed me that night. I have scars on my arm it was weird because I didn’t feel any pain that night. I finished the room and I was good now I’m good and don’t worry about anything and went to sleep.

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 darkness. A frigid draft swept over me, carrying a sharp, metallic tang that stung my nose and throat. I hesitated. There was no rational reason to go down there, but the darkness seemed to pull at me, daring me to explore.

My flashlight barely pierced the gloom as I descended. The stairs felt endless, each step echoing too loudly, as though the darkness itself was amplifying the sound. Strange symbols began to appear on the walls-twisting spirals, claw-like shapes, and jagged patterns that seemed to writhe in the flickering light. The air grew denser, clinging to my skin like a cold, damp veil.

At the bottom of the staircase, I entered a cavernous chamber. The ceiling disappeared into shadow, and the ground was uneven and slick with some viscous, black substance that reeked of sulfur and decay. In the center of the room yawned a massive pit, surrounded by towering pillars carved with grotesque faces. Their hollow eyes seemed to follow me, and their mouths gaped in silent, eternal screams.

A faint hum began to rise from the pit. At first, it was barely audible, like a breath against my ear. Then it grew, resonating deep within my chest, rattling my teeth. I stepped closer, drawn by something I couldn’t explain, and then I saw it-a colossal, gnarled hand clawing its way over the edge of the pit. Its skin was cracked and seeping molten light, the cracks pulsing like veins.

The ground trembled as the creature hauled itself upward. Its head emerged-monstrous, shapeless, with eyes like burning suns. They locked onto me, and a voice erupted, fragmented and thunderous, as though spoken by a thousand shattered throats.

“Thou hast opened the way, mortal. Thy sacrifice shall mark the beginning.”

The flashlight sputtered in my shaking hand, and I stumbled backward. The ground beneath me split apart, revealing smaller pits, all of them opening wide like mouths hungry to consume. Black tendrils snaked out, wrapping around my legs, pulling me toward the edge of the central pit. I clawed at the ground, my nails breaking against the stone as the ooze burned my skin.

The whispers began then-a cacophony of voices echoing in my mind, repeating my name in sickly sweet tones. My flashlight rolled out of reach, its beam cutting across the chamber and illuminating the door at the top of the stairs. It was open again.

And then I saw them-footsteps descending, hesitant, just as mine had been. Another person was coming down.

The last thing I heard before I was dragged into the abyss was the creature’s voice, reverberating through the chamber: “Welcome them. Thy role is complete.”

“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 welcome to our video, today we’re going to explore a kooky hidden door that led to an underground passageway” we introduced to the viewers. We then opened the door and goes inside.

The stairs down was so worn, it feels like it could collapse in any seconds. The passage was damp and concealed, we were forced to open our flashlights in order to see, a few chairs and tables stand alone inside. Deeper into the passage, we found small rooms with torn beds and tattered furnitures, all these show signs of people once living here. Our views grow rapidly, me and my friend are amazed by how much we already have, perhaps this will become viral I thought. “Hey, do you think we should continue? It’s kind of creepy, we already get a lot of views” I suggested to my friend. My friend turned around and faced me, his gaze fell upon me, “Of course no, what are you thinking, we’re already getting a lot more views than the addition of all our previous videos”, he claimed in refusal.

We stopped our conversations and went deeper in, the scattered furniture and silence slowly increased my anxiety. I noticed that the furniture was becoming more new around us as we progressed. Our camera malfunctioned, the light of our flashlights seems to become weaker and weaker. The light went out, our camera was completely dead. We were now lost, we can’t leave, we can’t find any exits, we’re stuck here forever.

_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 they sailed the seas for 20+ years, finding more treasure but they had nothing to show Miami lost faith,she thought they would never make it back home, but Katie, the ever loving partner and crew member she is, re-kindled her hope, they sailed the seas again, one last time, ‘til one night, she passed, she was alone, again _

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 getting colder Erie and shivering and freezing the water droplets freeze as the temperature dropped. Eventually it lit to a garden or wall an opening of lights at the end of it was, a world with the world landscape filled with magical creatures and dragon dinosaurs

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 to create multiple holes. I did, though, create those multiple holes by the end.

I was facing a small entranceway, at the end of which was a small door, about waist high. The stonework told me that it was part of a house that stood there before, not part of the house I was now living in. But, like a tumor, it still existed inside. I walked in, opened the door, and crawled into a tunnel that led steeply downwards, so steep that I was almost sliding.

At the end, I reached a square room with three items in it: a rattle, a bassinet, and a pacifier, all caked in dust. There was a certain silence here, not quite ominious but not quite inviting, either. I gathered the items and tried to crawl back up but there was no way to do so without sliding back down.

I wondered who had perished here and if I would, too.

“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 wait. Did we just buy a fuckin Harry Potter house Nathaniel.”

Laughing Nate returns “We did not buy a Lion, a Witch and a fuckin Wardrobe for a house La.” “It’s probably just us being 80 HD’s, being excited and just not paying attention. You know how we are…”

“But if we did, I’m not telling fuckin nobody.”