[ WP ] A professor at an old college , you are working late one night when you hear sounds coming from behind a bookshelf in your office . Sliding it to the side , you find an old door with strange carvings . Against your better judgement , you open the door and descend into the tunnel behind it ...

`` What the hell?'' I was working late trying to plan my next lesson when I heard a faint scratching noise followed by something falling right behind my bookshelf. God dammit, I ca n't get rats! I better take a look. I barely make it out of my chair and stumble over to the bookshelf. I listened closely 
 
 Nothing. 
 
 I decide to get a closer look and try to move the bookshelf, but it's too heavy. I did n't put half of these books here as they were left here by a previous professor. I took a mental note to get rid of them after tonight. 
 I start taking the books of the shelves when I see a cliché come to life before my eyes. One of the books, slides out and I hear a cranking noise. The bookshelf starts to rise, and there is light seeping in from under the rising shelf. What the fuck? I thought to myself. The light was white, and clean. 
 Clunk. 
 I could see that the bookshelf was raised all the way up, and I could enter if I chose. 
 But should I? 
 My heart is beating vivaciously. I want to see what's down there. I take my first step into the stark white room. I see a white mouse scuttle across the stairs. 
 This is too unsettling. I finish descending the stairs for what seems like an eternity. I look around. Bunk beds? 
 
 Wait, are those people? 
 
 `` Yes we are.'' 
 The people turn over and show themselves. They are children with sleeping masks on. 
 `` Please help us'' 
 I have to get out of here. 
 `` No you do n't'' 
 How can they read my mind?!?! 
 `` He made us like we are, he took us, and he took from us.'' 
 The masks fall off, and I see that the have no eyes. 
 `` Please you ha-'' a child convulses into a heap on the floor. 
 `` Oh no!'' A child cries. 
 `` What's wrong!'' 
 I see a man come from out of nowhere. 
 
 He looks at me and says, 
 
 `` Hello, they call me the professor.'' 
 
 

