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An old man discovers a well in a cemetery and something at the bottom of it.

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Ol’ man Angelo walked out of his wooden shack and onto the gravelly entrance-way and through the monstrous, iron gates. He stood on the leafy street and took a swig off his bottle of whiskey. He took in the desolation and isolation and forsakenness. He did a jig and tapped his right foot three times, and unbeknownst, unlocked a doorway. He closed the monstrous, iron gates for the night and stepped back into his wooden shack.

In the middle of the leafy street flat cellar doors appeared. Average size cellar doors. Six feet in width. Twelve feet in height. Rusty. Dry orange rust. Rusty door handles. Headlights appeared in the distance. Approached. Drove over the rusty doors. They momentarily vanished, and when the car disappeared in the distance, they reappeared. The cold wind blew the red and yellow and brown leaves. They paused over the rusty doors, stirred, danced, like they had little feet. The snow fell at a tranquil pace. The moon shone up for work again, no vacation time, ever, waxier than the night before.

Beneath the flat cellar doors slow harmony like stretched-out soft organ chords drifted towards the heavens, serene and easy. A swirling dark abyss appeared and dark flames raged everywhere. It resembled an angry tornado that came to life and protruded dark hands and grotesque dark faces and flying dark spears, turned inward, on the stirrings held captive inside. However, slow harmony like stretched-out soft organ chords drifted towards the heavens, serene and easy. Soaring, soaring, soaring like a dove in a storm’s eye! From the depths of the bottomlessness the dark flames stretched and missed. Soaring, soaring, soaring! Dark flames chased, reached out, missed. The gigantic hand of dark gravity, unbiased, ripped everything down a thunderously silent tier. Somewhere in the middle of the bottomlessness, struggling, fighting, escaping, and then . . ., soaring, soaring, soaring! The dark flames chased and reached, missed. The dark flames on the sides like askew vampire pterodactyls fell into the center of the swirling abyss, chasing, chasing, chasing! The gigantic hand of gravity ripped thousands down, but the soaring soared, higher and higher and higher, chased, racing faster than light, chased by the dark flames, soaring, higher and higher and higher! The swirling dark abyss raged and darker flames fell from the sides and joined the pack, chasing, chasing, chasing like packs upon packs upon packs of dogs chasing a white rabbit! The unyielding soaring beat its wings as fast as they beat and ascended higher. The linked lightning bolts, chained to the ankles and the wrists and through the holes in the wingtips like pierced ears, broke! She shot through the cellar doors and they smashed into the pavement and broke it to asunder and it sounded louder than a million pieces of thunder! She flashed up into the sky and raced like a comet and disappeared towards the heavens.

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