Snatched (On Going) I'm Sorry---have Been Extremely Ill---will Update Soon

ELEVEN.

As the door opened with a metallic clank, I was flabbergasted. My jaw dropped. I stared at the newly appeared doorway in complete awe. The room was completely black, no light seemed to penetrate it. I could see a steal step on the floor but beyond that, absolutely nothing.

The room was musky and definitely hadn't been accessed in many years. I decided to go back upstairs and retrieve my cellphone for it's flashlight.

After I returned to the basement with the secret room I felt a sense of thrill, and nervous energy wash over me. I opened my phone and turned on the flashlight and looked down the metal stairs. I could not see much even with my flashlight but it was enough. I began descending them, slowly and cautiously. There were spider webs and more dust. After about 50 stairs I finally saw a flat floor. It was cement and dirty.

I flashed my light toward the ceiling, to look for a light, but there wasn't one. I continued to search for some source of illumination. My flashlight finally fell on a group of large cream colored candles. I pulled my lighter from my pocket and lit them one by one. The more I lit the more the room began to come into focus. The light from the flames began to bathe the secret room in a warm glow.

The room looked like another office only, It was huge! It was a sub-basement. There were once comfy chairs spread around the long rectangular wooden desks, but now sat dilapidated and dusty. The floor was concrete but covered a large abstract throw rug that was also coated ins a thick dust. The walls were lined with more thick leather bound books. I was in complete shock.

I walked quickly across the cold concrete to one of the tables. It had the large sunflower burned against the wood just as the door had that was only just noticeable under all the grime. I wiped away some of the dust and traced my finger lightly across the flower. I walked farther into the room and noticed a large vintage recording device.

There were several spools of recorded audio stacked on the shelf behind it. I stepped forward and bent in closer. There seemed to be about 30 of them, all dated. I decided to get the oldest one which was labeled 10/31/1964. I wiped the dust off of it and my head stopped. The label on the top just above the date read "OSF."

My heart began to quicken its pace as I turned to the recording device and walked towards it praying it would work. I put the reel on the wheel designed for playback. I searched the machine until I found a word labeled play. I threaded the film and then pressed the button.

After a few moments of anticipation the device kicked on and began to make a soft buzzing sound. A soft jazzy tune began to issue from the box. After a few moments of the music a crisp male voice issues out of it. "My name is Edward Kannon Granby and it is Halloween night and the year is 1964. This is the first official meeting of the society known as the Organization of Sunflowers or OSF." There was a few seconds pause and I realized I wasn't breathing. I gulped in a deep breath and the man began to talk again. "It seems that our world has become so tainted with people who are antagonistic and cruel. The dark side of people have began to spread so grotesquely through our blood and lives. The cancer must be eliminated."

    I sat there completely frozen. The OSF was real. They existed. I was tortured, questioned, kidnapped all for this fucking society I didn't even understand or know about. How could my grand father have put me through this? I decided I needed to know more. I rifled through the shelf and found the most recent recording. It was dated January, 3rd 2005. Two weeks before my grand parents passed. A large lump formed in my throat. I decided to play the tape after a while because the curiosity was eating away at me. I sat up the device again, slid the spool in place took a deep calming breath and hit play.

My grandfathers voice flooded the silence. I was on the edge of my seat. "My name is Edward Kanon Granby the second and I am afraid someone is trying to kill me and my wife Kathleen. " My heart stopped. My grandparents were murdered.