Abandoned church- Part 2

"Rabbit, I know I told you to go down slowly, but I didn't mean this slow," he said as he waited for me to go down the stairs, taking a few good minutes for me to take each stair at a time. 

I lost track of how many times I tried to brace myself by convincing myself that nothing was down there. But I couldn't help but imagine something coming out from this dark underground room, suddenly lunging themselves at me.

Or perhaps it was also a result of my recollections of being dragged down to an underground room and beaten mercilessly for days. A part of me was hesitant to go down these stairs on my own now that I had to. I need to keep on reminding myself that there wouldn't be such a horrible thing again down here—well, preferably.