The well was all I saw. I fell deep into it. The darkness and dankness of it. Shivers of fear crawled up my body. My eyes popped open and it didn't seem like a hole at all. It was like a forbidden house; one of those houses that everyone fears is haunted but really isn't. With every step I took came a new noise or smell. There were walls, walls that had a minty look to them. They were long and on and on I looked and it was like they never ended, never got tired of going on. I smoothed my ice-cold hands on the mint-like wall and my hand fell into it. I tried it for a second time, and once again, my hand seeped through the wall. It was like walking through a ghost; you know its there but you can't lie a finger upon it. There had to more than just these all-but-too mysterious wall. What if i stepped through it? I thought. And so I did, right foot first and left quickly following. My eyes wandered about the room and all I could see were more walls. Well this can't possibly be right. How was I supposed to escape? Fear sank into my body like water being absorbed by a sponge. If only there were more than just walls. I took a few more steps. This time I ran between the walls. Down this path I went but it never stopped. If this is a well, it has to stop at one point. What if I am just running in a circle? I held my breath to anything I could. But no sound filled my ears.