|One of the buildings awaiting renovation|
at The Village at Grand Traverse Commons
|Steam tunnels at The Village at Grand Traverse Commons|
|Hallway in an unrenovated building at|
The Village at Grand Traverse Commons
A harsh northern Michigan breeze blew off the dark waters of the bay and turned autumn leaves into missiles as I raced across the frozen lawn. Nancy seemed to have waited for me but didn’t quite allow me to catch up. I didn’t pause until I reached the entrance to the shed. She had entered it, as I knew she would, but I began to consider what was inside and why I never saw her come back out.
Freezing and irritated by leaves smacking me in the face, I took a deep breath and pulled the door open.
She wasn’t there.
I found myself at the top of a steep stairway that led underground into an indiscernible dark gloom.
I gulped and closed the door behind me. At least the wind stopped. I peered down the steps, trying to decide if I should descend them. I heard my Dante’s voice in my head.
“Abandon hope all who enter here.”
Knowing I would be angry with myself in the morning if I stopped now, I forced my feet forward.....