10-27-2020, 10:09 PM
This was the second time Gail was brought up the long, eery drive to Vickie's mansion.
The grounds were well-kept, trees forming a perfect canopy over this gravel path.
"I never paved this driveway. There was just something quaint and too real about it" Vickie informs.
Delia sat between her and Gail. It felt like a clown car ride through the halls of mirrors.
She had no idea what to expect. If she'd ever leave this place alive. If she'd ever see Johnny
again. There had to be hope. She held on to that.
They reached the front of the house and like clockwork, Clive came around to Mrs. Meyer's door
and freed the ladies from this exquisite metal can. The three of them stood at the bottom of the
staircase. Gail remembering. Delia discovering. Vickie again taking the lead.
"Well, up we go!" she said as she started up the stairs. Gail and Delia followed.
Once inside, both guests were given to a wandering eye. No matter how much you wanted to hate
Vickie there was no denying she lived in a palace. So fitting, yet so undeserved.
"Follow me" Vickie said as she took off down a long, darkened hallway.
As if by magic, with every few steps they took, lights came on to guide their way. Obviously
set to motion detecting sensors. Clever. They walked to the end of this hall.
"Are you going to serve us tea and cookies too?" Delia asked with dripping sarcasm.
They all stopped in front of a massive bookcase. Vickie reached behind it, hitting a button
that unlocked the hidden door feature. Then turned to face Delia.
"Oh no! We haven't any time for that!" she said as she pulled the door wider open.
They all disappeared into the wall as the bookcase closed shut.
Once inside, they were met by a black elevator. Vickie tapped her watch and in seconds
the doors opened and she walked inside. Delia and Gail looking on with uncertainty.
"Come on, we're all going!" Vickie lashed. They joined her, reluctantly.
It was dark in there. Not like a normal elevator. Only enough light to see where you were.
Vickie stood in front as the box started to descend. Gail and Delia looked at each other. This trip
was getting stranger by the minute.
The elevator ride was extending long past what Delia thought to be realistic.
"Does this thing go to Hell or what?" she questioned.
Gail looked over at her with fear in her eyes. She didn't want to be there.
Delia returned a hardy stare, without repent. It seemed that elevator was shrinking.
"Fret not, ladies, it is a long way down" Vickie finally offered.
And she wasn't lying. There was a noticeable drop in temperature. They must be going underground.
This served only to further unnerve her guests. What had they gotten themselves into?
The ride had come to an end. Colder and darker than it started. The doors opened and Vickie
was the first to step out into the solid black of the hallway. She hit a switch on the wall and light
beamed forth. A minuscule form of relief settled over Delia and Gail. They joined Vickie in the hall.
Vickie led them forward into the dim light of this new place.
"Can I even ask where we are?" Delia spouted.
Without stopping or turning around, Vickie offered "All of your questions will be answered. Patience."
The icy chill wrapping itself around the air in this subterranean mystery was unsettling at best.
With every step, Delia felt her life slipping further and further away.
The grounds were well-kept, trees forming a perfect canopy over this gravel path.
"I never paved this driveway. There was just something quaint and too real about it" Vickie informs.
Delia sat between her and Gail. It felt like a clown car ride through the halls of mirrors.
She had no idea what to expect. If she'd ever leave this place alive. If she'd ever see Johnny
again. There had to be hope. She held on to that.
They reached the front of the house and like clockwork, Clive came around to Mrs. Meyer's door
and freed the ladies from this exquisite metal can. The three of them stood at the bottom of the
staircase. Gail remembering. Delia discovering. Vickie again taking the lead.
"Well, up we go!" she said as she started up the stairs. Gail and Delia followed.
Once inside, both guests were given to a wandering eye. No matter how much you wanted to hate
Vickie there was no denying she lived in a palace. So fitting, yet so undeserved.
"Follow me" Vickie said as she took off down a long, darkened hallway.
As if by magic, with every few steps they took, lights came on to guide their way. Obviously
set to motion detecting sensors. Clever. They walked to the end of this hall.
"Are you going to serve us tea and cookies too?" Delia asked with dripping sarcasm.
They all stopped in front of a massive bookcase. Vickie reached behind it, hitting a button
that unlocked the hidden door feature. Then turned to face Delia.
"Oh no! We haven't any time for that!" she said as she pulled the door wider open.
They all disappeared into the wall as the bookcase closed shut.
Once inside, they were met by a black elevator. Vickie tapped her watch and in seconds
the doors opened and she walked inside. Delia and Gail looking on with uncertainty.
"Come on, we're all going!" Vickie lashed. They joined her, reluctantly.
It was dark in there. Not like a normal elevator. Only enough light to see where you were.
Vickie stood in front as the box started to descend. Gail and Delia looked at each other. This trip
was getting stranger by the minute.
The elevator ride was extending long past what Delia thought to be realistic.
"Does this thing go to Hell or what?" she questioned.
Gail looked over at her with fear in her eyes. She didn't want to be there.
Delia returned a hardy stare, without repent. It seemed that elevator was shrinking.
"Fret not, ladies, it is a long way down" Vickie finally offered.
And she wasn't lying. There was a noticeable drop in temperature. They must be going underground.
This served only to further unnerve her guests. What had they gotten themselves into?
The ride had come to an end. Colder and darker than it started. The doors opened and Vickie
was the first to step out into the solid black of the hallway. She hit a switch on the wall and light
beamed forth. A minuscule form of relief settled over Delia and Gail. They joined Vickie in the hall.
Vickie led them forward into the dim light of this new place.
"Can I even ask where we are?" Delia spouted.
Without stopping or turning around, Vickie offered "All of your questions will be answered. Patience."
The icy chill wrapping itself around the air in this subterranean mystery was unsettling at best.
With every step, Delia felt her life slipping further and further away.
