Whensley opens the door and winces from the ear-splitting squeal of rusty hinges. After pausing briefly to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he walks slowly towards the old familiar counter and casually wipes away two years worth of dust.
Stifling a sneeze, he sighs and says, "A lot of memories here. A shame what it has all come down to".
His long, bell-bottomed trousers scratch a canyon through the murky grime upon the floor as he shuffles around the counter to the **** **** which leads to the basement.
The locked door makes an unsettling, metallic click-clack, echoing sound as he jiggles the knob back and forth. Time seems to stand still as an unearthly groan is emanated from beyond the sealed steel aperture.
Startled, Whensley jumps backward, inadvertently knocking over a pyramid of empty bottles precariously stacked on the bar. The cacophonous noise of bouncing bottles and breaking glass reverberates throughout the seemingly empty room.
Several whispered curses emanate from the back of the bar until finally after, several minutes, the room is brimming with the burnished glow of an antique lantern, hanging directly over the large mirror on the back wall. Dull light reflects across the empty span of the establishment, causing the rats to scurry further into the corners.
Whensley fills the coffee pot with the remains of a crumpled Folgers bag and soon the the sound of gurgling percolation can be heard as he begins to clear away the months and months of built up dirt and debris away from the revered secret MFU hangout.
Stifling a sneeze, he sighs and says, "A lot of memories here. A shame what it has all come down to".
His long, bell-bottomed trousers scratch a canyon through the murky grime upon the floor as he shuffles around the counter to the **** **** which leads to the basement.
The locked door makes an unsettling, metallic click-clack, echoing sound as he jiggles the knob back and forth. Time seems to stand still as an unearthly groan is emanated from beyond the sealed steel aperture.
Startled, Whensley jumps backward, inadvertently knocking over a pyramid of empty bottles precariously stacked on the bar. The cacophonous noise of bouncing bottles and breaking glass reverberates throughout the seemingly empty room.
Several whispered curses emanate from the back of the bar until finally after, several minutes, the room is brimming with the burnished glow of an antique lantern, hanging directly over the large mirror on the back wall. Dull light reflects across the empty span of the establishment, causing the rats to scurry further into the corners.
Whensley fills the coffee pot with the remains of a crumpled Folgers bag and soon the the sound of gurgling percolation can be heard as he begins to clear away the months and months of built up dirt and debris away from the revered secret MFU hangout.