They Gave Him A Broken Tool Barn As A Joke Until He Opened The Floor And Everything Changed

with a long, dry groan.

Beneath it was darkness.

And stairs.

Mason descended.

Cold air rose from below, carrying a smell unlike the barn above. Not rot. Not mildew. Cedar. Oil. Paper. Something preserved.

At the bottom, he found himself in a low underground room lined with stone walls, the ceiling reinforced with steel braces. It was not a cellar. It was continue reading …