"I hate this place," Brad grumbled, as he shoved another piece of crap into the superthick black garbage bad. The basement smelled like shit, and here he was, alone on his birthday and shoveling hundred-year-old junk from a dank cellar..."
There was the sound of metal scraping against metal on the other side of the room. Brad walked closer, gingerly putting his ear against the cool wall. Tapping the surface with his knuckle, he heard the emptiness of the other side. It was a secret room, a walled-up scape, he thought with astonishment. He laughed uneasily when the old Edgar Allan Poe story popped into his mind--what was it? "The Tell-Tale Heart." He wondered if he'd find a chained skeleton bolted to the wall. His fingers caressed the surface looking for an opening. Another thump. Something fell on the hidden side. He banged on the wall, feeling foolish. There was a rumble of sound. Brad shrugged with impatience. Using his shovel as an ax, he hit the wall, breaking plaster, raining dust all over him. With all his might, he hit it again, pulverizing the anchient slat work under the wall to break into a vacant space. Stale air hit him in the face, and he created enough of an opening to slide into the pitch-black area through the rent in the wall. Placing his hands on either side of it, he lowered himself through the opening. The floor of the other side was a good five feet deeper than the basement
By Michael Phillip Cash
Author of:Brood X, Stillwell: A Haunting On Long Island, The Hanging Tree, Schism: The Battle for Darracia, Collision and The Flip!
BiographyBorn and raised on Long Island, Michael has always had a fascination with horror writing and found footage films. He wanted to incorporate both with his debut novel, Brood X. Earning a degree in English and an MBA, he has worked various jobs before settling into being a full-time author. He currently resides on Long Island with his wife and children.