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Grant shined his light down at his feet as he carefully made his way down the small wooden steps each creaking and cracking under the weight of each footstep. “Hello?” He asked as he reached the basement floor. He wasn’t exactly expecting an answer but announcing himself in some way in this situation was more of a habit from the many investigations he had been on. “We aren’t here to cause trouble.”
As he shined the flashlight around the basement he could tell that it was extremely large. In fact the size seemed almost unnatural given the size he knew the house to be. There was a large main room that was almost completely open apart from a few pillars that acted as support for the foundation of the house. He noticed off to the sides there were numerous doors. What is this? He thought to himself as he approached a door directly across from him.
The door was a large heavy wooden door with large cast iron hinges and a large doorknob made from the same material. The wood had a charred look to it, evidence of a large fire in the past. Grant reached out his hand taking hold of the iron doorknob which had a surprisingly warm feel to it. He tried to rotate it but it wouldn’t budge. He attempted to turn the other way but still nothing. Giving it one last attempt and after a vigorous shaking it still provided the same nonproductive outcome. Deciding that the door wouldn’t open and believing that the others were probably locked too he decided to get back to the task of finding the breaker box so he could try and get the power and lights back on in the house.
He turned to begin his search again. Where is the damn breaker box? He asked himself. He began to make his way around the outside wall hoping that he would run into it at some point. He came across the adjacent wall with no luck yet as he continued his search he noticed one of the doors on the wall in front of him was open, and upon closer inspection he found there was no door at all.
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