A rotten, foul stench rose from the pit as I aimed the beam of light from my pocket torch down it. I gagged and dropped the flashlight, watching it bounce down into the hole. Cursing my abominable luck, I fumbled in my pocket for my lighter, needing some source of light to get back out of the basement, let alone see what caused the pit. Finally freeing the zippo from my pocket I flicked it open and lit it. My last thoughts were “Oh… I’d rather have not seen that coming…”
