TwoMICAH FOUND THE ODOR in the bathroom but wasn't sure what was causing it. The door seemed to shut on his own, as if by reflex. In the darkness, he flicked on the switch. With a pop, the light went out. As his eyes accustomed to the darkness, he saw a series of steps going down toward some misty light source way below. Turning back to grab the door handle, he almost toppled off the step he was on.
There were no walls, no door, nothing but these old and moldering steps he was standing at the top of.
It hit him then. Damn that Horace Hackett! He's writing me into the wrong story. This isn't his dad's "Blood and Loot", this is his dad's other only hit, a disjointed horror story they had to call weird fiction just to classify it at all.
Damn that Horace Hackett.
Well, OK, let's get this
