Prologue:
The Find
As his evening starts off in
his new home all alone, he starts to ponder on why the last owners of the home
sold it to him for so little. He started to look all over the house for
something worth getting rid of. The search seemed to be endless. As he searched
the house the 21 year old; Phillip thought of all of these horrid reasons on
why they sold him this miraculous house.
Phillip searched on and on
until he finally reached the basement. The steps were dusty from not being used
lately. He thought it must have something to do with the creepy looking
basement as to why they moved. Phillip made his way down the steps with each
step he took creaking the worn out stair case. As Phillip reached the bottom of
the staircase he started to look around and noticed the despair glooming in the
room. The air smelt rancid from the moist concrete floor. The room just did not
seem worth selling a whole house for. With this thought on his mind he decided
to search the basement as well, for any major assets to it that could cause
someone to move out.
The basement was filled with
many boxes; filled with Phillips’ possessions that had not yet been un-packed.
He started to move the boxes around trying to find something behind them. So
far he found nothing and was starting to think there was not anything wrong
with the house. Finally after lots of hard work and effort Phillip reached the
last box. It was huge and weighed a ton, but Phillip knew if he left the box it
would haunt him forever for not checking. He decided to look. He struggled at
first but through effort and strength the box finally moved.
It was a sight too strange
for Phillip to understand. The shock was too much for him to take. Everything
went black. Phillip had passed out cold.
***
One hour later Phillip woke.
He came to his senses and realized it was not that big of a deal. He looked
where the wall should have been but instead a tiny door stood in its place. It
was about two feet tall made of wood that looked like it had survived an
intense fire. On the short door there was an even smaller blue door knob.
Phillip started to wonder on what could behind the door. Crazy ideas started to
fill Phillips head. He thought of dwarfs that could wield a sword and of a
secret portal to Santa’s workshop used by the elves. He sat there thinking of
all of these insane thoughts. Suddenly his heart started to pound. He was sure
he had seen the door knob turn.