A Real Trip

The Stairs

I walked down the stairs slowly and carefully. The noices were getting louder and louder as I traveled down the stone staircase leading to the basement and the wine cellar.

It sounded like club music. Pulsing and beating in a fast rythem. I wasn't comprehending WHY someone would bring party music to go burgling somebody. Seriously. When they left whatever place they were living , did one of them look at the other and say " Hey man, you brought the tunes RIGHT? " 

But the sounds were in the distance though. But as for where I was it was only the sound of my tennis shoes echoing on the stone. I was still being carefull though. Who knew who these idiots were? The fact they were bringing tunnage to robbery was showing signs of craziness! 

I made it to the bottom of the stairs , in the dark. Everywhere I looked I couldn't see any flashlight beams or hear anything but the sassy beats in the distance. Though the notices were closer down here. Now I was confused.

Where the hell WERE these people? 

I flipped on the light switch at the the bottom of the stairs and was temperarally blinded by the brightness of flourecent lighting. When my eyes adjusted I looked around for burglers but was sadly dissapointed by what met my eyes.

It was empty.

Fucking EMPTY!

Just a marble floor, rack of wine on the back wall , some boxes stacked up in in corner and...was that a broken bottle in the middle of the floor?! It WAS.

What the actual FUCK?

Upon further inspection , I realized the bottle had been empty when it had been dropped. Because there was no wine spilled all over the floor ; and not even a remainder of a stain. So what was going on here? Did the robbers share a bottle of wine before going into the actual basement below? Dropping the bottle on the floor in carelessness? Really , what the hell?

If this were a funny situation , I would of chuckled to myself in rememberance of " Who killed Markipler? "  When you go down into the wine cellar with Benjamin the Butler , and he finds a broken bottle on the floor just like this. Then he freaks all out and starts yelling while sweeping up the bottle and crying out " MASTER WOULD BE SOOO DISPLEASED!! "

If this wasn't so much of a coincedence , I would be laughing my ass off. 

But it wasn't.

And I still had some retarded as fuck robbers to hunt down and fucking gank. Like a Winchester on a demon in the pits of the apocolyse y'all! 

So , for now I ignored the freaky bottle on the floor for now and walked over to the next staircase taking a deep breath because the music was so much louder down there. Which meant that's where the intruders were. Another thing bothering me was the very fact the air was getting dencer and dencer the closer I came to this staircase. Like a heavy , weighted blanket of air pressing down on my body. I was pretty sure air didn't do that normally. But at least the entity that was down here was gone now. 

Yes , I knew about the real events that had inspired the videos about this place . 

That my best friend had faked his death and Damien , the mayor , had become Darkipler along with Selene. But Mark had lost his memories after casting all that dark magic and was a good person again. It was only because the Colonel had cheated with Mark' s girlfriend which drove him to that point of madness. That point into anger and heartache. I helped him get rid of it and now with his memory of those events gone Mark was Mark once more. And I seriously didn't want to meet the only existing alter down there. Dark was known as the dark side of Mark's personality. The opposite of everything he was. Quiet , soft spoken , cool and calculating. Dark was an evil mirror image of one of the greatest people I knew.

And that also meant he knew everything Mark didn't know about me. Every last dark or sad thought I ever thought.

Every last fear.

And I knew Dark wouldn't hesitate to use them against me.

But at the moment I couldn't dwell on this shit.

Taking another deep breath and refocusing my mind I made sure I had all my make-shift weapons and did the one thing I could do.

I stared the darkness in the face and went deeper into the abyss.

My breathing became harder the deeper I went. It seemed as if the stairs would never end. Like , ten damn minutes I walked and walked the stairs until the point where I was just going to give up and go back and call the cops , let them deal with the retards below me. If they made it this far and were still in a partying mood enough to have blaring club music , they WERE retarded! Just when my mind was made up , the staircase ended very suddenly.

And when I turned around the stairs were completely fucking GONE! Just fucking gone! And for some reason I was in the the front room foyer , the doorway leading outside behind me. There were huge specks of dust in the air and there was a shadowy dark tint the the sunlight. Was  this?......No. Couldn't be.

But it was. 

The Upside Down. The realm of the entity and the alters.

Well , SHIT.