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stop, do you?”
he growled, taking a step toward me. I took one back, not realizing
the root sticking out of the ground behind me. Yeah, I slammed onto
the ground. I yelped as a branch jabbed into my back. Edgar pointed
at the arrow carving in the tree, ignoring the fact that I was on
the ground. “We got carved arrows all throughout this place,” he
finally answered. “Points us in the right direction.”
    “ To where?” I asked,
standing back up and wiping the leaves off my clothes “And who is
we?”
    Edgar threw his arms into
the air and started walking in the direction the arrows
pointed.
    I examined the arrow a bit
closer as we passed it, and when we rounded the tree, I noticed
another, pointing in the direction we had just come
from.
    We passed several more of
these arrows, and eventually he stopped … next to a tree with an
arrow pointing at the ground. Several more trees had the same
display. Edgar bent down to the ground.
    “ What are you doing?” I
asked.
    He didn’t
answer.
    I watched as he used both
his hands to feel the ground. Then, he pulled a brown handle that
easily blended in with the ground. He lifted it, revealing a trap
door. The top of the door was made of grass and leaves, blending in
with the forest. It was actually a pretty good idea. I certainly
wouldn’t have found it.
    I moved closer to look
down. It was pitch black. Edgar pulled a small flashlight out of
his pocket, turned it on, and flashed its light into the hole,
revealing a ladder. “Hurry it up,” he said. “Go on.”
    So now, the lunatic was
telling me to climb into a pitch black hole leading to
I-didn’t-know-where. Things couldn’t get any creepier, that was for
sure. I didn’t move at all.
    “ Maybe I’ll just go back to
the orphanage,” I said.
    Edgar wasn’t buying that.
He grabbed my arm and jerked my body toward the ladder, nearly
throwing me into the hole. “Let’s go,” he yelled, letting go of my
arm.
    “ You’ve got to be kidding
me,” I said as I bent down and found a step with one foot. “Who are
you?” Without a choice, I slowly made my way down, examining each
step with a foot to make sure the next one was there. Soon, my foot
touched a surface broader than the steps. I let go of the ladder.
Yup, I had made it. Once my eyes adjusted, I was able to examine my
surroundings. The ladder had led to a tunnel about five feet wide.
The floor and walls were made out of cracked concrete. They were
covered with moss in some places. I’m pretty sure I saw some mold
too. That sure wasn’t safe. What on Earth was this place? It was
definitely old.
    “ Catch,” Edgar said,
tossing the flashlight. I wasn’t expecting that so, of course, I
didn’t catch it. It slammed into the ground. The light flickered
but didn’t go off completely. I picked it up and shined it in his
direction. He pulled the trap door shut as he climbed down. Good
thing the flashlight didn’t break, or we would’ve been stuck in
pitch darkness. He reached the bottom much quicker than I had. He
took the flashlight back from me and shined it into the distance.
The tunnel was much longer than what I’d thought.
    I followed him. “What in
the world is this place?” I asked, knowing what the response would
be.
    Not a peep.
    “ Can’t you at least answer
some of my questions?”
    Still no
answer.
    I followed him for the
next few minutes, until he slowed down. There was an old wooden
door on my left with some light shining out from the bottom crack.
Edgar stopped in front of it, turned the knob, and opened it. I
followed Edgar into the room and was amazed.
    I had never seen anything
like it. The orphanage was so bland. The places I had been to were
rundown. This room, though, was not. Yeah, it was small, but it was
filled with elegant wooden furniture and gave me a warm and relaxed
feeling. On one end of the room, there was a small tidy kitchen
with shiny gray marble counters and dark, polished wooden cabinets.
In the middle of the room