They were off, the four of them, looking for an unknown lock that this ancient key would fit into.
Steve tried lock after lock, the other three crowding around him to see if it would fit. It, of course, never did.
"You haven't tried that lock." Kendra say's, pointing at the last door down the main floor hall.
"And I don't think I will. This is stupid guys. This isn't, and hasn't, fit in any of the locks."
"Well you can't really say that until you try the last lock." Kendra say's looking up at him, her blue eyes soft and beautiful. She snatches the key out of his hand and walks toward the door.
"Look's like you just whipped." Hunter whisper's in Steve's ear as he passes him, holding Kayla's hand all the while.
Steve sigh's then walks over to them. Kendra is struggling with the key, trying to force it in. He has to look away so that he doesn't have to think about how she just might be ruining an antique.
"Kendra, I don't think that's gonna fit." Kayla say's over her shoulder.
"No, no! I almost have it. Just a little more - Ah! See!"
Steve did see. He saw how a cute little girl got a key stuck in a lock. But -
"Wait, is it just me, or does the door itself look a little different to anyone, or is that just me?" Hunter say's.
"No, no. I see it too." Steve agree's.
They stand back to study the door. A hazy glow etches off of it, creating a soft glitter to settle on it, like what you would read in story books or see in fairy tale movie's.
"Open it, Kendra." Kayla prods.
Kendra hesitates ever so slightly, but just enough for Steve to notice as she lifts her arm.
"I don't know if that's the best idea." Steve interjects.
She looks up at him questioningly. "Why?"
"Well just with my experience with reading books and watching movies, these are the kind's of things that get the character's into trouble of some sort."
"Oh, come on man." Hunter slaps him on the back, smiling. "Stop being such a downer. Here, I'll open it."
"But-" Steve's comment is cut off when a sudden gust of wind blows on them, dust covering them from head to foot in a matter of seconds. The wind quickly ends, and they stand there, no one moving, Kayla coughing slightly to clear the dust from her lungs. Ahead of them through the door way is a stairway heading down, even though Steve is pretty sure that they don't have a basement. Kendra is the first one to step up, poking her head through, dark brown strands falling into her face.
"Do you see anything?" Kayla asks.
"No." She replies simply. "It's dark and all I see is wooden stairs, and wooden handrails. Can we go down?"
"I don't think that would be such a good idea." Steve say's skeptically. "I mean, I know that this house doesn't have a basement, so that fact this door has opened to stairs going down, I'll have to be honest, that kinda freaks me out. What sort of magical or demonic thing is this? Whatever it is, I don't want to mess with it."
"Oh come on. Nothing is going to happen to us." Kayla say's letting go of Hunter's hand, taking the one step toward her younger sister.
"Guy's, come on." Steve warn's.
"I think that you're beat, man." Hunter claps him on the back again. "Now I'm going down with them. If you want to stay here and mope around, that's your choice. But I am just as curious as they are." He say's, walking away from Steve, leaving him to stand alone in the hallway, watching as they walk down, disappearing into darkness.
"But if you are going to stay up there, could you get us some flashlights? It's a little dark." Hunter call's up.
Steve doesn't reply, just walks off to get some flashlights, and then comes back, turning on one of the flashlights, going down the steps.
"So does that mean you're coming?" Kendra ask's, smiling.
How could he say no to that face? "Yeah." He say's after a second. "Yeah, I'm coming. I can't just leave you two with this guy. Who know's what your fate will be at the end of the road." He tries to joke, but it's difficult. He can't help but feel like something terrible might actually happen.
"Oh shut up." Hunter punches Steve in the arm, and they continue their descent, the other's flashlight's turning on, one by one.
Steve tried lock after lock, the other three crowding around him to see if it would fit. It, of course, never did.
"You haven't tried that lock." Kendra say's, pointing at the last door down the main floor hall.
"And I don't think I will. This is stupid guys. This isn't, and hasn't, fit in any of the locks."
"Well you can't really say that until you try the last lock." Kendra say's looking up at him, her blue eyes soft and beautiful. She snatches the key out of his hand and walks toward the door.
"Look's like you just whipped." Hunter whisper's in Steve's ear as he passes him, holding Kayla's hand all the while.
Steve sigh's then walks over to them. Kendra is struggling with the key, trying to force it in. He has to look away so that he doesn't have to think about how she just might be ruining an antique.
"Kendra, I don't think that's gonna fit." Kayla say's over her shoulder.
"No, no! I almost have it. Just a little more - Ah! See!"
Steve did see. He saw how a cute little girl got a key stuck in a lock. But -
"Wait, is it just me, or does the door itself look a little different to anyone, or is that just me?" Hunter say's.
"No, no. I see it too." Steve agree's.
They stand back to study the door. A hazy glow etches off of it, creating a soft glitter to settle on it, like what you would read in story books or see in fairy tale movie's.
"Open it, Kendra." Kayla prods.
Kendra hesitates ever so slightly, but just enough for Steve to notice as she lifts her arm.
"I don't know if that's the best idea." Steve interjects.
She looks up at him questioningly. "Why?"
"Well just with my experience with reading books and watching movies, these are the kind's of things that get the character's into trouble of some sort."
"Oh, come on man." Hunter slaps him on the back, smiling. "Stop being such a downer. Here, I'll open it."
"But-" Steve's comment is cut off when a sudden gust of wind blows on them, dust covering them from head to foot in a matter of seconds. The wind quickly ends, and they stand there, no one moving, Kayla coughing slightly to clear the dust from her lungs. Ahead of them through the door way is a stairway heading down, even though Steve is pretty sure that they don't have a basement. Kendra is the first one to step up, poking her head through, dark brown strands falling into her face.
"Do you see anything?" Kayla asks.
"No." She replies simply. "It's dark and all I see is wooden stairs, and wooden handrails. Can we go down?"
"I don't think that would be such a good idea." Steve say's skeptically. "I mean, I know that this house doesn't have a basement, so that fact this door has opened to stairs going down, I'll have to be honest, that kinda freaks me out. What sort of magical or demonic thing is this? Whatever it is, I don't want to mess with it."
"Oh come on. Nothing is going to happen to us." Kayla say's letting go of Hunter's hand, taking the one step toward her younger sister.
"Guy's, come on." Steve warn's.
"I think that you're beat, man." Hunter claps him on the back again. "Now I'm going down with them. If you want to stay here and mope around, that's your choice. But I am just as curious as they are." He say's, walking away from Steve, leaving him to stand alone in the hallway, watching as they walk down, disappearing into darkness.
"But if you are going to stay up there, could you get us some flashlights? It's a little dark." Hunter call's up.
Steve doesn't reply, just walks off to get some flashlights, and then comes back, turning on one of the flashlights, going down the steps.
"So does that mean you're coming?" Kendra ask's, smiling.
How could he say no to that face? "Yeah." He say's after a second. "Yeah, I'm coming. I can't just leave you two with this guy. Who know's what your fate will be at the end of the road." He tries to joke, but it's difficult. He can't help but feel like something terrible might actually happen.
"Oh shut up." Hunter punches Steve in the arm, and they continue their descent, the other's flashlight's turning on, one by one.
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