“Shit,” mumbled Andrew as his flashlight beam grew smaller and paler and finally winked out.
He’d gone too far down into the haunted mansion, alone and on a dare from his sister Eloise, and wasn’t sure which direction he was facing in the windowless basement, and strange drafts moaned from every direction.
According to the map (which he could no longer see) held in his shaking hand, several rooms stretched on the below ground level with two contiguous sets of stairs somewhere, one that led down to a clear open channel to the river and freedom, and the other dropping off suddenly into the city’s gaseous and ancient sewer system; he’d lost a sense of the original staircase that lead him back upstairs, but remembered the two sets of contiguous stairwells.
Eloise, who’d lent him her flashlight for the dare, had been eyeing his single bedroom for the last several years, weary of sharing a room with their fractious, and much younger, twin sisters.
“Here Loser, you’d better take these, just in case your flashlight wears out,” she’d snickered, handing him a small box with three wooden matches.
Completely blinded, he’d attempted to use his sense of smell to navigate, but the air smelled thick and bad any direction he went; the only choice was to strike the first match, and pray.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
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