Journal Entry 61
In the middle of the day when the sunlight was at its fullest I unlocked the closet and slowly opened the door. It was still there, a staircase that descended into the earth that was hidden under the floor that I had removed. I grabbed a flashlight, took a deep breath and began to climb down the stairs. The stairs where not strait they wound downward to the left. I could not see more than about eight feet in front of me in this cramp cavity. The most unique feature of these stairs was that they were carved from stone. Someone had painstakingly carved out this orifice with some type of chipping tool. I was deeply enthralled about the idea of what might lie at the end of these stairs. What treasures, if any, where hidden down here. I went down about 60 steps and realize I had to be at least 30 feet underground. I thought the stairs would empty out into a basement or dead-end where someone stopped chipping away at the earth that my house stood upon. I was disturbed by the fact that neither of these conclusions where materializing. I then realized what disturbed me about the chiseled marks on the stair walls. They were reversed. What ever carved out these steps did it from the bottom-up! Something dug its way out and not carved its way in. I became very afraid coming to this conclusion and ran back up the stairs. I prayed the entrance would not be blocked on these sinister steps. I felt as if I where in a funhouse and the stairs would collapse into a slide and suck me down into the abyss. However, I emerged unscathed shut and locked the door. I did not sleep last night as a result of this unbelievable ordeal.
In the middle of the day when the sunlight was at its fullest I unlocked the closet and slowly opened the door. It was still there, a staircase that descended into the earth that was hidden under the floor that I had removed. I grabbed a flashlight, took a deep breath and began to climb down the stairs. The stairs where not strait they wound downward to the left. I could not see more than about eight feet in front of me in this cramp cavity. The most unique feature of these stairs was that they were carved from stone. Someone had painstakingly carved out this orifice with some type of chipping tool. I was deeply enthralled about the idea of what might lie at the end of these stairs. What treasures, if any, where hidden down here. I went down about 60 steps and realize I had to be at least 30 feet underground. I thought the stairs would empty out into a basement or dead-end where someone stopped chipping away at the earth that my house stood upon. I was disturbed by the fact that neither of these conclusions where materializing. I then realized what disturbed me about the chiseled marks on the stair walls. They were reversed. What ever carved out these steps did it from the bottom-up! Something dug its way out and not carved its way in. I became very afraid coming to this conclusion and ran back up the stairs. I prayed the entrance would not be blocked on these sinister steps. I felt as if I where in a funhouse and the stairs would collapse into a slide and suck me down into the abyss. However, I emerged unscathed shut and locked the door. I did not sleep last night as a result of this unbelievable ordeal.
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