Back Underground – The HOUSE – 35

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(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-

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