Proud to Be an American

30 Feet Under... One dark stormy night, it was just me in my back yard digging when I came upon a large, red, wooden door with a rusty door knob right in front of me. The first thing I thought to myself was, WOW! There's a door under my house. They I thought why is there a door under my house? I stood there and thought if I should go in but I didn't want anything to happen. So I climbed out and went in my house and I went on the computer to see if there was anything about the door and why would it be under there. I typed it in, pressed enter, and it read "Research Not Found". I went back outside and climbed back down the hole. I approached the door once more. I knocked, knocked, and knocked. No answer. So I opened the door as quietly as I could. The more I open it the louder it got. I tightly fit through the opening and asked if anyone was there? No answer. I walked around. It was really cold, big, and wet and slimy stuff was coming off the ceiling. I looked and there was a little door in the corner and all of a sudden the door slammed. "Ahhh!!.." I yelled. Thinking it was the wind. I slowly walk back to the door and behind me the pots and pans started to rattle and hit the wall and fall off the table. "This can't be happening. It's just the wind." But the door was shut. All of a sudden I felt a boney hand on my shoulder pushing me into the door in the corner that I seen earlier.What ever that person was doing to me was pouring this weird purple stuff in my mouth that made me fall asleep. "Where am I and what is going on?" I ask myself. It was dark, quiet, smelly, and there were nails and screws coming out of the walls. I got really scared. I looked up for 5 seconds and looked back down and there she was. The old lady that put me in here. She was at least 6'6" tall, with long, crazy hair, big, round eyes, with and fat, long nose, and really pointy ears. She told me to come out. I said "no!" "What do you want from me and why are you doing this to me?" I