Huge Problem – The HOUSE – 36


( Continuation – Read “Back Underground” first )

Then it stroke me.

I clang to the rail and just stood there in disbelief. How in the world didn’t I think of that?

“What’s wrong?” The young man was still admiring his piece of art imprinted on the chewing gum.

“We are screwed.” I never used that word before, but it just came out of my mouth.

Phillip gazed in my face, still happy about his newest accomplishment. “I don’t understand.”

I couldn’t wrap my head around of what we’ve done without taking any precautions. “I’m sure these guys, whoever they are, have cameras all over the basement and they know we are here. They will report us to the police.”

That was a surprise to my neighbor, as well. I could see him getting nervous, and he bit his lips. Then he made a sign to move forward. But I didn’t want to go upstairs. I wanted to go back.

I passed by him and rushed down the stairs to the poolroom. Maybe I was wrong and the owners didn’t have cameras. But I needed to see and prepare myself for what to expect.

If I wouldn’t have been that stressed out, I could have sworn I heard the door we’ve tried to open, hitting the wall. But because of my erratic state of mind at that moment, I couldn’t guarantee that was what happened. The door was closed.

Phillip was one step behind me.

Then my heart fell into my stomach. There were at least four cameras on the ceiling, one in each corner. How brainless was I to put us in such a mess?

All my life I stayed out of trouble. I taught my son to be a man of good character, to tell the truth, to respect other people’s property and the laws, and here I was becoming a criminal.

Our clothes were still dripping water on the floor and I was cold, so cold.

Phillip placed his hands on his hips and started pacing up and down.

“What now?”

( To be continued )

Back Underground – The HOUSE – 35


(Continuation – READ “Wave Breakers” first )

Phillip didn’t leave me a moment to doubt. So, I followed him. At least I knew the way and that I wasn’t in danger of dying on my way back.

I was still shaking and my fast heartbeat was giving me a little fret, but I pushed through. Phillip looked at me once or twice to be sure I was on the track, and kept swimming forward up to that point where it was easier to walk than swim.

The smell of the chemical I sensed in the poolroom was strong.

“Something is not right here,” I said getting out of the water.

“Maybe we should check this door,” my neighbor suggested heading to the far area with a closed entering. I walked behind him. He went and knocked at the door.

“Is anybody here?”

He tried the handle, but the access didn’t open.

“This weird odor is much stronger here.”

“Maybe it is the pool, the antiseptic they put to keep it clean,” the man answered.

“It’s not the pool, event though there is some chlorine in it,” I added. “Definitely, the smell is coming from behind this entry.” I paused for a second. “I wish we have a key.”

At that, Phillip pushed with his shoulder into the wood. Not too hard, only to see if it would open. It didn’t.

Then this thought came to me. Did I want to become a felon and spend time in jail at my age? The horror of being put behind bars brought some common sense to me, and I started walking to the stairs. “We should leave.”

The young man strolled behind me and whispered in my ear, “I’ll be back with a key.”

That made me pay attention to him and slowed down. “How?”

“How what?” he asked me.

“How are you getting a good key?”

“I’m going to make it.” He pulled some chewing gum in a small bulk from his pocket and showed me the imprint in it. “This is the shape.”

I was amazed. “Aren’t you a smart young man? Just be careful.”

-To be continued-