SGT- Morning Day Five, In the Cellar
It had been three long quiet days in the creepy house since anything had happened, and although quiet was good in a sense, it was also boring. Lem had done nothing but think on their pitiful situation, and lament the regrettable lack of any mind numbing substances to pass the time. It was stressful living in a constant state of elevates anxiety and fear. But in the dark hours of the night, while waiting for the house to spit up some other terrifying monster, her mind had hit on an idea. A potentially very great or very dangerous idea.
Alcohol was easy to brew yourself. As a bartender she had been to several brewery conventions to see new products, and had been thoroughly educated on the topic. You could brew alcohol from almost anything, as long as you had water, yeast, and some sugar. Usually honey or fresh fruit, or even chocolate were the preferred ingredients, but she could experiment. The only downside she could see was potentially giving herself alcohol poisoning from the concoction. But at the moment, dying in a mindless and drunkenly pleasant stupor didn’t sound too bad, especially in comparison to the disturbing creepy stuff that could happen. They had plenty of supplies in the cellar, and nothing but time to waste.
But then she ran into a problem. It was just a door, a simple wooden door. The worn wood was neither locked nor guarded, but Lem still couldn’t bring herself to lift the latch and open it. She knew she must look stupid just staring at the trapdoor to the cellar, but she couldn’t help herself. Something in the well had attacked her before, and the memory seemed to cause a minor panic attack when she thought of walking down those dark steps alone.
Her mind quickly went through a list of who she could talk into accompanying her into the cellar. Charlotte would probably not approve of alcohol, and she had seemed busy with doctor stuff last time Lem had seen her. Sophie was probably just reading or exploring, and Lem wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to bring Sophie with her. After all, the last time both of them had been in the cellar they had been attacked. Call it superstition, but it made her hesitate. Eloise’s religion probably made her allergic to alcohol or something to that effect. Mac was a grouch, and had seemed even nastier since being all burned up. Alex had completely vanished, much to her disappointment. He had been the closest thing to a protector she had since being here, and she felt his absence rather keenly. That left the two new guys, neither of which she knew very well.
The sound of footsteps made Lem turn around as Craig entered the kitchen. Well speak of the devil.
“Hi, um, Craig is it? Would you like to help me with a project?” Lem turned to face Craig with a pleasant smile. Hopefully the old Brit was feeling chivalrous.
Alcohol was easy to brew yourself. As a bartender she had been to several brewery conventions to see new products, and had been thoroughly educated on the topic. You could brew alcohol from almost anything, as long as you had water, yeast, and some sugar. Usually honey or fresh fruit, or even chocolate were the preferred ingredients, but she could experiment. The only downside she could see was potentially giving herself alcohol poisoning from the concoction. But at the moment, dying in a mindless and drunkenly pleasant stupor didn’t sound too bad, especially in comparison to the disturbing creepy stuff that could happen. They had plenty of supplies in the cellar, and nothing but time to waste.
But then she ran into a problem. It was just a door, a simple wooden door. The worn wood was neither locked nor guarded, but Lem still couldn’t bring herself to lift the latch and open it. She knew she must look stupid just staring at the trapdoor to the cellar, but she couldn’t help herself. Something in the well had attacked her before, and the memory seemed to cause a minor panic attack when she thought of walking down those dark steps alone.
Her mind quickly went through a list of who she could talk into accompanying her into the cellar. Charlotte would probably not approve of alcohol, and she had seemed busy with doctor stuff last time Lem had seen her. Sophie was probably just reading or exploring, and Lem wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to bring Sophie with her. After all, the last time both of them had been in the cellar they had been attacked. Call it superstition, but it made her hesitate. Eloise’s religion probably made her allergic to alcohol or something to that effect. Mac was a grouch, and had seemed even nastier since being all burned up. Alex had completely vanished, much to her disappointment. He had been the closest thing to a protector she had since being here, and she felt his absence rather keenly. That left the two new guys, neither of which she knew very well.
The sound of footsteps made Lem turn around as Craig entered the kitchen. Well speak of the devil.
“Hi, um, Craig is it? Would you like to help me with a project?” Lem turned to face Craig with a pleasant smile. Hopefully the old Brit was feeling chivalrous.