Arnie Jenks And The House Of Strangers - Plot & Excerpts
He saw that part of the back wall had tilted forward slightly, revealing a small gap top and bottom. Careful not to touch anything and wary of being trapped, he climbed in and gently pulled the vertical slab down towards him. It pivoted like a see-saw, opening just enough to allow him to slither underneath and through to the other side. He wriggled until his feet slipped over an edge and landed onto something solid. He dragged himself out fully, onto the cold stone spiral staircase that rose up to his right and fell away below him to the left. Carefully he made a slow descent into the dark, stroking the cool wall lightly with his fingers to guide him. Arnie counted fifty-seven steps, the last bringing him hard up against a solid door. Not finding a handle, he leant all of his seven stone eight pounds in weight against the heavy timber and with a not too great a shove it gave way easily, leading him to believe that it had recently been used. Outside, he stumbled into the long grass. Above, the tower stood majestic and fairy tale-like, while around him, a blanket of humid air hung limp and for a moment he felt he was in a perfumed flower garden in the midst of a vibrant summer.
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