Railway Reboot
Nov. 11th, 2010 04:09 pm A few kilometres off highway one, just outside the town of Lakes Eye, a modest house sits on the crest of an unusually large hill. A long, narrow dirt road, seldom used, connects the building to the highway, and great stands of trees shelter it from the harsh winds. The grass around the house is high and wild, and the once tamed roses along the pathway have grown into menacing brambles; nobody has set foot in this place for some years.
If you were to visit this derelict home, braving the bumps and pot-holes of the untended road, pushing through the thorn-choked path, creeping passed the rotten, collapsing walls and floorboards to the lower levels, you would discover something quite incredible. The structure is like an iceberg; its meagre, decrepit protrusion above ground belies its true immensity. Basements give way to sub-basements and sub-sub-basements, while open pits with no visible means of descent plummet further down into inpenetrable darkness. Even more alarming, unlike the rotten house the subterranian chambers and passages are in pristine condition.
Should you persist in exploring these eeiry, echoing corridors you might hear, from a great distance, the sound of a pen feverously scratching away, or, even more faintly, the high-pitched, sing-song whistle of a little toy train.
If you were to visit this derelict home, braving the bumps and pot-holes of the untended road, pushing through the thorn-choked path, creeping passed the rotten, collapsing walls and floorboards to the lower levels, you would discover something quite incredible. The structure is like an iceberg; its meagre, decrepit protrusion above ground belies its true immensity. Basements give way to sub-basements and sub-sub-basements, while open pits with no visible means of descent plummet further down into inpenetrable darkness. Even more alarming, unlike the rotten house the subterranian chambers and passages are in pristine condition.
Should you persist in exploring these eeiry, echoing corridors you might hear, from a great distance, the sound of a pen feverously scratching away, or, even more faintly, the high-pitched, sing-song whistle of a little toy train.
Ha, I did manage to get a train in there somewhere :D This is actually all I have so far but oh well >.> hopefully this run at it will work out better than the previous.