This is going to take a different writing style. The whole week may. i don't even know how readable it will be. i just have to get it down. Right now i cannot edit because i delete. But, someday...
Out the backdoor and onto the porch. Its fairly high. About 8 feet. Just a cement stoop really. Down the steps. 12 of them. Now turn around. Walk the length of the porch. Right there. That's the gate to hell.It looks harmless to others i suppose, but i have never been able to see those kinds of cellar doors without breaking out into a sweat. my neighbor has one, and if i happen to see it unexpectedly, my mouth fills up with spit and i feel sick. It looks like a full sized door at an angle to the ground. It's old grey paint is chipped and peeling and it has a metal handle to pull it open. The door is heavy.Inside there are 18 steps leading down. The stench hits you on the 4th or 5th step down. A musty, earthy smell that is not unpleasant, and found in most cellars of this kind, but, also human waste and old blood. Despair and depravity have a scent as well. It is damp, cool (cold in the winter) and dark. At the bottom of the steps there is a switch. Flipping it, a bare bulb snaps on in the middle of the room. Its radiance chases away the cockroaches which scurry across the floor. The walls are only partially there. Wooden beams hold up dirt walls. Chicken wire is used in places. There is a potato bin, that hasn't been used for potatoes in years. It now has chains and rope coiled inside of it. And blood stains.There is a cabinet. Not opening that today. And, in the center of the room there is a stake driven into the ground. Attatched to it is an extremely short length of chain. Nearby there is a bucket of dirty water. And close to that a small trench filled with filth. And in the far corner, an old blood stained mattress stands.
Ugh, that's enough. More details and exploring down there later. For now, lets get the fuck out of here.
