Sadie shuddered. “Sarge’s house.”
Mauve Ashley nodded. “Yeah.”
“So Sarge is your neighbor?”
“Not quite,” Pink Ashley replied softly. “Follow me.”
Sadie followed her back into the bushes, away from the field. The others trailed close behind. Once they had climbed over an uprooted tree trunk and up a steep incline, Ashley stopped in a heavily wooded area. The children crowded around her, watching her expectantly while she wrestled with a tree stump. It would have been comical, except that it was the middle of the night and the rain was chilling everyone to the bone.
Sadie stared at her, baffled. “What are you—?”
Pink Ashley grunted and tugged on the stump. “Help me!”
The desperation in the girl’s voice made Sadie react fast. She handed her flashlight to the nearest Adam, then joined Ashley.
“Pull on it!” the girl ordered.
Sadie yanked on the stump with all her might. To her surprise, it flipped over, taking a perfect rectangle of sod with it—along with a hinged metal door.
She gasped, stunned. “An underground bunker.”
Retrieving her flashlight, she moved forward and shone the light into the hole. A wooden stairway led down into the musty depths and ended at a dirt floor several yards below.
God only knows where that leads.
“It’s our back door,” Aqua Ashley said.
Sadie’s jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious. You don’t really expect me to believe that you live down there. That’s ridiculous.”
“But we do,” Yellow Adam insisted.
Bewildered and dismayed, she looked at the children.
Nothing was making any sense. Nothing except the fact that she had gone around the bend and was standing outside in the middle of the night, staring into a pit that led underground.
I can’t go down there.
“You have to follow us,” Pink Ashley begged. “If you do, you’ll understand everything.”
Sadie let out a frazzled groan. “Why can’t you just tell me what this is all about?”
“We tried,” Blue Adam said. “But we made a promise and we can’t break it.”
“Then what good is it if I go down there?” she asked him.
He tugged on her hand. “We can show you.”
“Trust us,” Pink Ashley said before disappearing into the pit.
Sadie hesitated near the edge, confronted by a sudden image of Sam’s casket being lowered into the earth. Gathering her courage, she swung the flashlight toward the hole and moved forward, cautious and alert to the texture of the ground beneath her feet. Her boots hit a clump of moist dirt and she watched it tumble into the void. She didn’t hear it land.
Prodding the top step with her foot, she eased onto it, fearful that it would collapse beneath her weight and send her plummeting to her death. When the step held, she said a silent prayer and began the descent.
Blue Adam followed. “You don’t got claustrophobia, do you?”
“Not until now.” She tried to laugh, but it came out a moan.
Suck it up, princess. If they can do this, so can I.
For balance, she held onto the railing that someone had anchored to the smooth wood walls. As the sides closed in around her, she tried not to think of how far underground they were going, concentrating instead on the pungent scent of moist earth and plywood that hung in the air, trapped by the stillness and dark. By about the tenth step, she lost count and was beginning to relax—until a sudden bout of vertigo made her miss a step.
Blue Adam grabbed her arm. “Careful.”
She glanced over her shoulder, up past the children, and saw the faintest glimmer of moonlight. For a second, she panicked.
Oh God, what am I getting into?
“I can’t do this.”
“It’s okay,” Blue Adam lisped. “As long as Father doesn’t find you here, you’re safe.”
“Great,” she muttered. “That makes me feel so much better.”
“Just a few more steps,” he promised.
When she finally connected with solid ground, she released a pent-up breath. The children gathered around her, while she took a final look at the light at the top of the stairs.
“Well, that wasn’t too bad,” she said. “Now what?”
“That,” Blue Adam said, pointing.
A metal door barred their way.
“It’s locked,” she said, indicating the card-swipe security system above the handle.
“No it’s not,” Pink Ashley said. “Father had no reason to.”
“Well, here goes nothing then.”
Sadie opened the door and sudden light blinded her.
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“Oh… my… God.”
However, it had been human hands—not divine ones—that had built the underground bunker. Someone had spent a lot of time, energy and money to fashion it with all the necessities of life, including electricity, running water and pumped in air. Why someone would want to live underground, away from sunlight and fresh air, was beyond Sadie’s comprehension.
With a sinking heart, she took a step forward, leaned against a cubicle divider and surveyed the strange sight. Wood paneling covered every wall of the bunker, and soft lighting gave the room a warm, cozy feeling that clashed with the scarcity of furniture and lack of any color other than brown or gray tones. At the opposite end of the room, another metal door glinted. Near it, a card table and three padded chairs sat in an open kitchen area. In the middle of the room, a camel brown leather recliner with pieces of duct tape across the armrests faced a television and microwave. They sat side-by-side on a picnic table bench.
She frowned. “What shall we watch? TV or microwave?”
Moving further inside, she noticed a desk, chair, computer and other electronic devices behind the cubicle divider. An open doorway beside it led to a small washroom with a shower stall.
“All the comforts of home,” she said in disbelief.
Except something was missing.
There was not one single toy, not one picture book, nothing to indicate the existence of the children.
Guardedly, she approached the door at the end of the room. She stopped and sniffed, wrinkling her nose at the acrid scent of smoke.
“That’s our front door,” Pink Ashley said.
Sadie spotted another door, a narrow one that blended into the wall by the kitchen. Beside it was an alphabetical keypad.
Awful lot of security for a home.
“What’s in there?” she asked.
“The dungeon,” Blue Adam said. “Where we thleep. You—”
“That’s father’s bedroom,” Pink Ashley interrupted, pointing to another door half-hidden between two shelves.
Sadie turned in a slow circle, taking in the eccentricities of the bunker. It was far more intricate and spacious than she had first thought.
“I don’t get it,” she said. “Why are you living down here?”
Mauve Ashley stepped forward. “It’s our home.”
“But you can’t live here. It’s unhealthy. You have to leave.”
“We can’t leave,” Yellow Adam said. “He won’t let us.”
“Who, your dad?”
Yellow Adam pulled her toward the desk. He pointed to a drawing tacked on the wall beside the computer. When her eyes fastened on it, her world tipped and spun out of control.
Her drawing.
The Fog.
The murkiness of her mind lifted—like the sun burning off a morning mist—and she was left with a horrific revelation.