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Charleston House

Charleston House

Brooklyn took my hand and guided me to a small, camouflaged hatch in the ground.

“You live underground?” I said, rhetorically.

“Er… yeh. We don’t like cities. We’re not exactly welcomed there either,” said Brooklyn.

I nodded as he heaved open the hatch.

I peered in and saw big candles lining the walls. Huge, stone steps sloped down. It looked welcoming and cosy.

“You first, I’ll just lock the hatch,” said Brooklyn.

I heard a faint click and then Brooklyn was by my side.

“Mum!” he called.

“In the kitchen!” called back a warm, soft voice.

The walls were cream-coloured and the steps stopped at a large circular room with doors lining the walls. There were 11 doors in total.

A comforting smell of freshly baked bread hit me and I smiled.

“I’ve brought someone back – a girl,” said Brooklyn as we neared the first door.

“A girl? A girl, with you? Well done, son,” said his Mum.

I saw Brooklyn’s cheeks colour and I smiled as we entered the kitchen.