A girl, Rebecca, and her mother, moved into a new house in a new city. Rebecca was exploring the house instead of unpacking her things when she came across her mother locking a door to a room under the stairs. "What are you doing? I want to look in there too."

"You mustn't go in there, sweetie. It's dangerous." She looked troubled, but Rebecca didn't know why, and was too young to know to ask her. "I'll just go get your bed, or you won't be able to sleep tonight."

However, Rebecca couldn't get to sleep anyway. She tossed and turned in her bed, but her brain wouldn't let her sleep. I'm fact, she had never felt more awake.

Rebecca got out of bed and went down the stairs to the door underneath them. The door wouldn't open, and she didn't know where the key was, so Rebecca shrugged and went back to bed, determined to, one day, find a way into that room.

She didn't have to.

After a whole year of trying to get in, Rebecca found the door wide open one night. Right in front of the doorway was another set of stairs. She went down them. She could always go back up if it was 'dangerous' down there.

At the bottom were some very nice looking people, who offered her some food. She couldn't say no. She took a seat at a table facing away from the staircase and ate up the first course. They tried to offer her another course, but she wasn't hungry and politely refused. The people grew mad.

"If we offer you food you will take it, do you understand?" One of them yelled.

Rebecca nodded. She wasn't used to people forcing her to eat like that. Did everyone do this?

She ate up this course and the next one. It was very nice, but she barely finished it. They offered her dessert, but she refused politely once more. "If I eat anymore I think I'll burst! I'd better leave now. My mother will be wondering where I am. If you'll excuse me I must be-"

Rebecca gasped. The staircase went down to another room instead of up to the door. What was going on?

She turned back round to see them looking at her with completely white eyes, brandishing weapons inches from her face. She took her chances and darted back down the stairs into another room.

This room had much meaner looking people, but they were facing away from her. She looked back and saw the staircase going down again. That was the only way to escape.

Rebecca went downstairs and saw even scarier people facing away from her. Painted on the wall in blood were the words:

'The only way out is to go down. YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE!'