Letters......in a skull. Who leaves letters in a skull? He still hadn't read it, he wanted to make sure he was able to find the cellar door before he did. So far he'd been walking for a total of twelve hours, the only light coming from the flashlight he'd found earlier. But every so often, even that flickered. He decided to stop for a few minutes to regain some energy. Just then, the flashlight flickered again, but this time......it went out.
Thomas continued walking, slowly, reaching his hands out to feel around as he stepped. As stupid as it seemed, he felt like moving would be better than standing around, especially considering Thomas didn't know whether the person who put him here could see in the dark or not. As he walked he could feel the floor and noticed that he was on a downward slope. After a few steps, the floor evened out again, but now it felt as if he was moving slowly through something, and he couldn't make out the smell.
He reached down slowly and felt something. It was at ankle height and completely surrounded him. It was a liquid, maybe water, or oil based on the consistency. He took the flashlight out and smacked it against his hand. Suddenly, the light came back on, but Thomas quickly wished it hadn't. Surrounding his ankles, filling the floor of this dipped-down portion of the cellar, was blood. Seeing it now, he finally understood the smell, iron.
He slowly looked around with the flashlight. There was a desk and several small tables, along with a few broken rolling office chairs. He slowly continued, trying his best not to look at what he was walking in, at least not on purpose.
As he walked, he could hear something. Along with the light sloshing of his feet in this new bloody walkway, he could hear the rhythmic noise of something else. He looked around and saw a glimpse of something moving quickly on the other side of the desks that littered the floor. As he watched it, suddenly it stopped, and at that moment Thomas realized it was animate, and not human.
It looked right at him, its eyes shining brightly in the beam of his flashlight. It was large and bulky, and its veins were protruding and visible. It walked on all fours like an ape, its eyes were blank, round, and massive. It grunted and-- at the realization that Thomas was there and watching it-- let out a low, booming howl that echoed throughout the cellar, causing Thomas to cringe and clasp his hands around his ears.
When it finished its roar and the echo finally stopped, the creature made a loud screeching noise and then suddenly bolted out of sight. He could hear swift movement all around him, loud thumping footsteps getting closer and farther. It was here that Thomas realized, the creature knew its way around the cellar.
....And it was coming for him.
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The Dark Depths: The Cellar
TerrorA college graduate, this Thomas boy. A brand new house he's made his toy. The landlord is a strange old fart. A shame he doesn't play the part. Listen closely to your dreams. The Cellar isn't what it seems. Book One of the Dark Depths Trilogy.
