The stairs were not quite as bottomless as they appeared. After walking for about a minute, Dean—who was in the lead of their small group—reached what may have either been the floor or maybe some kind of plateau in the staircase. It was hard to tell due to how dark the place was. It was nearly pitch-black, not helped by the fact that they had closed the door behind them on their way in so no one would accidentally find the entrance.
Although it also means we can’t make a quick escape if we need to, Dean thought with a gulp. We’re not quite trapped but close to it.
A brilliant light flashed on to his left, causing Dean to look and see John holding a thick, heavy-looking flashlight in his hands.
“Probably should have used this sooner,” said John, the beam from the flashlight casting odd
