I followed him down the creaking steps. The stairs seemed to go on forever. It was if i was walking down the Eifel Tower in one set of stairs. When i realized i had hit bottom and took a step and bumped into Harold.

Harold remained quiet. “Where the hell are we?” I asked.

The room we were in was pitch black, but I could feel that we were in a massive room, and i heard a far-away sound as if someone was vacuuming on the opposite side of the room. I tapped Harold’s shoulder. I could feel his hand stick out to his right and he grabbed something, yanking it down.

A bright light flickered to life and for a moment I was blinded by it. I rubbed my eyes as the sensation left an i could regain my sight.

“Harold…”

Harold pointed, “That deep end.” *