Page 57 of Close Your Eyes and Count to 10

[Tentative footsteps on the stairs. Then a scream from Roger, girlish and long.]

Harley:What the hell, Rog?

Roger:Oh, my God. I hate rats. I am so out of here.

Harley:Dude, do not leave me alone down here.

[Running footsteps fade away.]

Harley:Wow. That’s messed up. You heard it, folks. Roger, my friend and producer, left me alone in the basement where people say that Chloe Miranda hid during the challenge. All right, well, I am not afraid of ghosts, or rats, for that matter. Here we go.

[Footsteps returning.]

Harley:Aaaannnndd he’s back.

Roger:Let’s just get this over with, for fuck’s sake. Turn that thing off for a minute.

[Break in recording.]

Roger:Well, we’ve been down here for about an hour. And I guess the survey was wrong. There’s nothing down here that police haven’t found. There’s no trace of Chloe Miranda.

[Some rustling.]

Harley:Hold up. Give me some light.

Roger:This place is giving me the creeps. Let’s get out of here.

Harley:[Coughs, more rustling.]Look at this. Right here. Folks, I’m taking a last look at the land survey, trying to orient myself on the property.

[Sound of footsteps.]

Harley:Okay, okay, that’s north. We’re…right here.

Roger:If that’s true, then there should be some kind of door, or a hatch in the floor. But there’s just the staircase.

[A knocking sound.]

Harley:Listen. It’s hollow. This area here. Look. A seam.

Roger:Holy shit. Push on it, see if it opens that way.

[A long squeaking sound.]

Harley:Whoa. It’s a doorway to a compartment under the stairs. I’m taking some video. You’ll be able to see it on the website when the episode airs.

Roger:It’s empty. A dead end.

Harley:Maybe not.

Roger:Man, you can’t fit in there. Harley, don’t be crazy.

Harley:If I had a nickel for every time you said that…

Roger:They don’t even make nickels anymore, loser. Harley, man, seriously.

Harley:[Voice echoing.]Oh, my God, Rog. Look at this.

Roger:Oh, shit. You were right.