My great uncle always insisted on keeping his well sealed shut with a large stone slab. Of course when he passed away the first thing my aunt did was hire somebody to remove it, claiming she wanted to remodel the garden. Really almost everyone in our family had been pressuring her to uncover the well in case my great uncle had left something valuable or illegal down there.
What they ended up finding, rather I should say who they ended up finding, was more than they bargained for. Standing around four feet tall and covered from head to toe in bone fragments held together by a mesh of moss, was a creature that called itself Enid. A creature that had apparently been trapped in the well for several hundred years.
Enid offered to show us its prison in exchange for it being allowed to come to the surface once a day. My aunt agreed in a heartbeat, telling us that there might be something of value down there that Enid was guarding. I don't quite know what made her thing that a creature that honestly looked like a cross between a hairless rat and an orca would somehow be in possession of valuable items but everyone was curious as to how Enid had allegedly survived in a well for so long.
It's strange how the thing at the bottom of the well wasn't what scared me - the rest of its prison did. Though there was in fact a well, an honest to god hole-in-the-ground-with-water-in-it well, there was also a large tunnel about halfway down that led to a series of unusual chambers. It was like somebody had dug out a full house right under my great uncle's humble abode (or maybe the house above was built to mirror the one below, the layout was strikingly similar).
After taking us through basic rooms with roughly carved slabs for tables, chairs and a bed, Enid took us down a staircase that led to a room full of coffins. The one by the farthest end of the room looked far too familiar, far to new. My aunt shrieked, recognising it as the same coffin we'd put to rest only a week ago. As we both ran towards it to make sure it was his, we heard stone scraping stone as Enid rolled a slab to cover the way back.
What they ended up finding, rather I should say who they ended up finding, was more than they bargained for. Standing around four feet tall and covered from head to toe in bone fragments held together by a mesh of moss, was a creature that called itself Enid. A creature that had apparently been trapped in the well for several hundred years.
Enid offered to show us its prison in exchange for it being allowed to come to the surface once a day. My aunt agreed in a heartbeat, telling us that there might be something of value down there that Enid was guarding. I don't quite know what made her thing that a creature that honestly looked like a cross between a hairless rat and an orca would somehow be in possession of valuable items but everyone was curious as to how Enid had allegedly survived in a well for so long.
It's strange how the thing at the bottom of the well wasn't what scared me - the rest of its prison did. Though there was in fact a well, an honest to god hole-in-the-ground-with-water-in-it well, there was also a large tunnel about halfway down that led to a series of unusual chambers. It was like somebody had dug out a full house right under my great uncle's humble abode (or maybe the house above was built to mirror the one below, the layout was strikingly similar).
After taking us through basic rooms with roughly carved slabs for tables, chairs and a bed, Enid took us down a staircase that led to a room full of coffins. The one by the farthest end of the room looked far too familiar, far to new. My aunt shrieked, recognising it as the same coffin we'd put to rest only a week ago. As we both ran towards it to make sure it was his, we heard stone scraping stone as Enid rolled a slab to cover the way back.
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