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He smiles gently, “that was always the plan baby.” Looking back at Pierre I reluctantly nod, “let’s do this death trap.” He laughs and starts to help people down the hole. I don’t hear any screams of terror but that doesn’t stop my legs from shaking as James goes to the hole and slides down. I peer down into it and can just make out James’s face looking up at me in the darkness. “You can do it Ali,” he calls up. “Just jump and I’ll catch you.” Pierre offers me his hand and an encouraging smile before helping me to sit by the hole, my legs dangling in. “At least I’ll get a podcast if we die,” I grumble before taking a breath and sliding the rest of the way into the hole.

The man disappeared into the hole. Hesitant, I stared at the hole. What did he mean by I didn’t want to be out here when the ritual ends? Shaking my head, I decided I wasn’t planning to find out, and I slipped into the hole closing the hatch behind me. I made my way down the short steps and turned to find that this hole in the ground was like an entire house. My eyes scanned the area; it was warm and cosy. There was a bed, couch and even a stove. Who was this man, and why was he living in this underground ‘house’?

We soon got to the ground level and we all gazed around now and saw nothing but rock and more rocks. “Where’s the pooping hole you fell in?” I could hear Daniel ask Cayden all the way from the back but my attention was on the fact that it was void down here. So I turned to Shrilly and Grus. “Is this the Place?” I asked. “Hell, no.” Grus said with glee, apparently he hadn’t gotten the memo that he and Shrilly were still under my criticism. “We have to go down that cave way to get to the Hole, My Queen.” Shrilly said as he led the way.

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The rain turned to mud, making it difficult for them to make their way through the road. "Tch! this mud ..." "Be careful!" "I can't see anything! the blur is blocking my view!" said Owen. "Keep walking until we, aaaaggghhh ... " Owen and Dante fell into a deep muddy hole. Rainwater even started filling the muddy hole. "Wha ... what is this? we fell into the hole? Ho ... how is this?" "We have to go upstairs before the water fills this hole!" They try to climb over wet and muddy ground which will only make them keep slipping and falling back into the hole.

Despite the situation Ten's head still remained in the gutters where it resides. "Not whore " Wei shock his head excitedly, climbing the rocks around them, his eyes searched. "Hole. A hole. There was something about a hole and tunnels in the map." "Says the guy who just said he couldn't remember anything." Allyssa scowled but the joy in her voice was too easy to detect. "Found it." The hole was inescapable as it was sighted in a ope area. Bug enough for three adults to fit in at the same time. "Hurry."

He turned and ran deep into the woods where the officers were last sighted. … Roughly ten minutes later, the burned leaves and branches blockading the underground hole were dug out. It was soon revealed that the underground hole led toward the house. The policemen were astonished by this discovery. Judging by the massive grin on John’s face, he was especially ecstatic about the discovery. Caprice pointed at the underground hole and asked, "Daddy, why is there a hole in the ground?” John answered her question this time, “Someone dug a tunnel leading to the house”

And Luca Moretti had no intention of dying anytime soon. As he stepped into the cool night air, he straightened his shoulders and set his jaw. Time to put on the mask of the charming businessman, to hide the ruthless don that lurked beneath. It was a dance he'd perfected over the years, but tonight, for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint, it felt more suffocating than ever. Little did he know, across town, a fiery redhead was burning the midnight oil, poring over documents that would soon turn his carefully constructed world upside down. The game was about to change, and Luca Moretti had no idea what was coming for him.

he threw it to George who caught it in the air, then he opened it and quickly distributed it to his colleagues. “Now everyone, quickly wear this, also get your guns ready. You get the shove, and you, get the other and start digging now.” He instructed and they commenced digging the hole immediately. So they did as he instructed but after a few minutes of digging, the ground shook like an earthquake and all the detectives including George fell into the hole. Each of them struggled to come out from the hole but the more they tried, the more they went deeper into the base of the hole. “Help me! Help me!” was the echo of their voices until they found themselves separately in the base of the hole

“Almost… just need—” *Please,* I prayed to any god that would listen, *don’t let him look down.* Thirty seconds. Twenty. Ten— A sharp click cut through the silence. He exhaled, triumphant. “Got it.” Relief shot through me so quickly my knees almost buckled. “We’re leaving. Now.” He pushed the door, and cold air flooded in. We scrambled out onto the gravel road just as the limo gave one last metallic groan. I whirled around in time to see it tip—slow at first, then rapidly—before it toppled over the cliff and vanished into a cloud of dust far below.