89. Upside down

Not good, not good at all. 

I pressed my palms against my eyes and tried to expel any thought of my grandma's dead body inside this villa. A grave not only for her but for her whole damn house.

The corner that peeked out of the ground was reaching my waist. 

What the fuck should I do to go inside? Search for another entry? That will only take time, and I don't think I will be successful.

After taking a few breaths, I got to work. I conjured up the baton and tried to get a hole inside the corner. There was not much to say; expect that I was failing miserably.

Damn it. I have never held a chainsaw or a pickaxe before. Let's think. Maybe a normal hammer?

I conjured up more stuff to let the baton disappear before getting myself a hammer. I used it and hammered against the corner, along the lengths, everywhere. With enough strength and a little more time, it really worked.