DEAD MAN'S STORIES - Story Five Hundred and Eighteenth

Story 518 - Pilsen Underworld I closed the rusty door behind me and was incredibly scared. It was slippery on the moldy stairs and the rumble I heard seemed like a bombing. Then there was laughter. That poisonous one. You know, some people just have a squeaky voice. One of my theories about how people laugh would take a thick script. He led me into a small closet. There were maps hanging on the walls and some worms were writhing in terrariums. I…