For most people, owning a home is a dream. Many people sacrifice and save for years so that they can buy their forever home. Christopher Wanliss is one of these people. He saved for a long time to purchase a home that stood on 15-acres of woodland fields. He loved the outdoors so the idea of having all of that space all to himself was his dream come true. He hadn’t been living there long when he decided to explore his new property. He walked around the property and took in the sights. Everything was normal until something caught his eye.
Christopher found the opening to a mind He couldn’t believe his eyes. When he bought the property, the real estate never mentioned anything about a mine. His find had him so excited that he had to see what was inside. He knew that it would be dark in the mine, so he went back to his house to get a flashlight. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to be there, so he made sure to bring extra batteries.
On his way to the mine, he was beyond excited. What if the mine on his property had gold? When he got to mine, he looked at the walls, and he saw something sparkling on the walls. He was sure that it was gold. He took a few steps into the mine and noticed that it was very damp and cold. When he stepped in, he could hear water flowing but wasn’t sure where it was coming from. He took a few steps further in, and he could hear noises echoing from inside the tunnel.
The noises continued to get louder, and he started to feel very uncomfortable. He thought that he heard sounds of metal parts or machinery moving from deep in the mine. Soon, he heard voices. He asked who was there, but nobody answered. Not too far into the mine, he saw chains hanging from the ceiling. He had no idea why they were there or who put them there, but he found the chains to be unsettling. He kept walking, wondering if someone could have been living deep in the mine. It didn’t take long for Christopher to start to panic and feel claustrophobic. He decided that it was time to get out of the mine and make a phone call.
