Kitty McKenzie
Chapter One
Kitty turned back to her family and the awful realization of what they stood in.
The walls ran slimy with mold. Tiny rivulets of water seeped from the cracks in
the bricks. Mildew and stains covered the ceiling and bled down from the floors
above. She shuddered, trying not to guess what they might be. Years of dirt,
grime and in places, filthy sawdust, swathed the floor. A revolting stench came
from somewhere. Kitty hoped to God there wasn't anything dead in here.
Opposite the door was a small fireplace with what looked like some kind of
cooking plate across the top of it. A shelf above served as a mantelpiece.
Situated at street level, above their heads, their lone window measured roughly
two feet wide and three feet long. Thick dust and cobwebs blocked out most of
the gray light. The wall to the left of the steps was actually, on closer
inspection, made out of very thin wooden boards. Kitty gave it a solid push and
it fell away quite easily, exposing another part of the cellar nearly twice as
large as the main area.
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