by GhaKha on Mon Jun 29, 2009 2:54 pm
Kenneth nodded with a smirk as he walked past Ian and Liolia, "It's in the basement somewhere. I'll go myself, I know my way around there anyways. You guys just... sit tight." He stuck his tounge out and winked as he turned left and walked down the hall, his foot steps echoing eerily.
He found another set of double doors on his right, the main hall. He went through. On the left were the main stair walls, separated by a small door and to his right was the receptionist's little space of organisation and forms. He walked up to the little door between the stairs and tried the lock, it rattled, but didn't budge.
"damn!" He hissed before giving up and looking outside, through a receptionist's window. He could see the full moon, and felt almost entranced. He heard a loud click and turned sharply, startled with his heart skipping a beat. The little door was open.
Kenenth went inside and saw only darkness, he stepped forward and kicked something. He knelt down to check what it was. A flashlight. What were the chances. He tried it, and it worked. Into the darkness he went with his new lightsource. It was a slim stairway that seemed to lead onto forever as he walked down them. Cobwebs sometimes catching his hair. He found a large rusty gate and opened it. It opened into a room where a large boiler sat. The kind they used coal with, burning dimly. It's door was laying open. To the side of that was a large green generator, and next to that on the wall, was a circuit box. He went to the box and began flicking random swithches, but nothing seemed to re-activate the generator. He, and his friends, were in darkness.
A cold air came over him and he could see his breath on the breeze. Kenneth turned to the small coal fire in the boiler and saw a large bag of coal before it. He began gathering clumps and throwing them in, starling the flames. He kicked the door closed, knowing he didn't want burned and looked back at the rusty gate that lead him in. It gave him the creeps. Kenneth began walking to it and opened it, the creak even creepier now. He turned to check the area, just in case of ghouls. But nothing was there, even his new trusty flashlight could reveal that. He turned again. His heart jumped a beat. His skin crawled, asif to escape his bones, and his hair raised. He saw a person. A person covered in some black, crisp coating. His skin was cremated.
The gate locked again. The coalfire raged. The power stayed off. The little door, just up the stairs, clicked, and clicked again. Staying unlocked.
