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?