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.