The Inside of the hole was dark and musty, and the further Merin went, the worse it got. It seemed as if it was something purposefully done to get people to not venture any further, but Merin was too far to turn back. Bugs were crawling out of the dirt and some spiders lingered in the far corners of the wall. She crawled a bit further and then stopped suddenly- There was a creaking sound coming from under her as if there was a loose board or something about to give way under her. She quickly moved back and the dirt collapsed where she once was. From the looks of it, it had been there for decades. The board was old, and littered with cockroaches and other bugs. Merin dropped down into the hole in the dirt and looked around her. It was pitch black and silence filled the air. That was until she heard something moving around the room, it was so silent, but still audible enough to hear the pitter patter of feet scurrying across the floor. It was hard to see anything in the dark, impending fear of not knowing what lurked in the darkness was terrifying. Merin scrambled to find anything that could possibly be a light switch, However, it was not a light switch that she encountered no- it was a hand! Merin jumped back in shock, stumbling on whatever was in the floor falling backwards. The thing came closer to Merin, and suddenly it lit a candle, revealing its face.
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The Gate of the Gothic
General FictionA young girl with way too much time on her hands go's to a lodge for rich people so she would have something to brag to her friends about, however little did she know what she was about to discover.
