As the guide stepped off the hardwood floors and down the half-step into the tunnel, Kate's fingers wrapped around my arm, threatening to cut off circulation.
The first few feet of the tunnel were illuminated by the Inn, which still had a fair amount of light.
"The same man who appeared to guests in room 103 is said to stalk the passageway in this area, searching for fugitives who helped the Underground Railroad. We don't know if he was a slave owner or just a supporter of the South, but he's known to us as Robert at the Inn." The curved ceiling of the passage reflected the guide's voice and our footsteps in a variety of strange echoes.
Our reliance on the flashlight increased as we descended deeper into the cave.
In what appeared to be an alcove, there was yet another display of b
