5-2

5-2

"It looks like Troy finally stopped smashing things." James said,

"You can say that again." Steph remarked.

It is already 9:55 PM, Jane's team already entered the basement room that they were assigned to about an hour ago and they still haven't come out yet. I got a little nervous. If their team isn't out yet then the challenge in that basement door must have been very hard. The other remaining ones are very concerned but we have to continue, we have to be strong.

After Wesley told Troy our findings about the basement door possibly not gonna show up, Troy wouldn't accept it, thinking it is just another baseless conclusions, and waited for the basement door to appear and like we thought, it didn't. Wesley already went to the 4th door as he was assigned to it and Sheila returned to the estate. Troy waited about thirty minutes, looking for the door in every nook and cranny but it didn't appear. He suddenly rage and made a mess in the house by the sound that was happening, he might have flipped some tables or threw some mugs and break a few window panes but after an hour or so of that demonic rage, Troy finally stopped. He must have been exhausted and I just assumed that he fell unconscious.

"It'll be our turn guys." Steph said.

We stood up reluctantly and looked for the possible wall that the door would appear on and yes, it appeared in front of me, what good luck I have or bad luck if you think about it.

I am hesitating to even call them. It got me thinking that I should not be entering this shitty door. I would like a sub if that is alright. I haven't even held the handle yet but my whole entire body is already icy cold. If it weren't for James peeking at the corner, I would have let this door slip by to the next day.

"Steph, it's here." James called for Steph,

I waited for the two to come closer and even when they are now side by side with me, I am still frozen.

James budges my shoulder and it helped me get a grip of myself. I held my shaking hand on the handle and squeezed my spear ever so tightly and opened the door slowly, the heaviness of the door just adds to the already frightened self. Like every other basement door so far, the end of the step is nothing but pitch black and looming darkness. The three of us gulped a mouthful before stepping in and down the stairs.

Every step we take creak a thunderous crack that reverberated throughout our ear drums. Every step felt very heavy, so heavy that it takes all my energy just to move forward. I want to go back so badly, I am not even trying to bring a front and act cool in front of James and Steph. NO! Even they know to themselves that they want to go back as much as I want to but we also don't to stay in this place any longer. This may be a foolish pride but there is no escape to this.

Until our last step, I placed my foot on the ground and like that nothing happened… Or so I thought…