[ WP ] A hidden elevator is found behind a fake wall in a basement .

I was told to bring the 21 boxes down to the basement. Seeing this as a chance to listen to the new music album of my favorite musician I did n't mind the effort. 
 
 I picked up the first box not expecting how light it is. Pulling with too much force I stumbled back dropping the box. What a way to start off. Picking up the first box, again, I carry it down the 3 flights of stairs into the basement. 
 
 2 boxes down... 
 3... 
 5... 
 8... 
 13... 
 
 Finally the 21st box. Bringing it down I became captured by the music playing in my ear. Not one to give up a chance to dance a little while I was alone; I started to strut my moves up and down the stairs like Jerry Lewis in *Cinderfella*. Getting to the bottom of the last flight of stairs I became him once more, I tripped. As graceful as a brick I fell, hard. Not to be out done, I threw the box in front of me just in the nick of time to landed on my hands. Getting up I see that the box I just flung hit the rest of the boxes and cracked the wall behind them. 
 
 Stacking the boxes back I noticed the smell of rusty metal. Looking around in the small, open basement I tried to pinpoint where the smell was coming from. There were no pipes, valves, or anything that would hint at the presents of metal. Curiosity taking over I acted like a bloodhound sniffing out his track. *sniff, sniff*. Walking opposite the door towards the far end of the room I could tell the smell was getting weaker. *sniff, sniff* Walking towards the crack in the wall the smell got stronger and stronger. Carefully prying back the sheetrock in small pieces I begin to uncover a small lift. It looked to be made of cast iron, very steam punk. It had 1 small bell, 1 leaver, and 2 knobs. I'm dumbfounded. 
 
 `` What the?,'' `` Why would?,'' `` How could?,'' `` How bizarre!'' 
 
 Looking up, down, and all around I tried to figure out its purpose. Nothing came to mind. Always one to get down in its guts I pulled the leaver, and turned the knobs. The small lift began to awake; the sound of wheels turning, metal grinding, sparks flying sent thoughts of some kind of sacrifice had just taken place. Down I go, where I stop Loki the God of mischief might not care where I go. The lift has been moving going on 3 minutes, 5 minutes, 8 minutes, 13 minutes. Finally, just after 21 minutes the lift stopped. 
 
 Standing there, looking out, I see a endless room. I take a few steps forward hollering `` Hello!,'' `` Is anyone here?'' I take a couple moments to observe and evaluate the situation. Before I could decide anything a man came threw a door that I could n't perceive. 
 
 `` Hello, yes. How are you dear boy?'' 
 
 `` Umm, F-fine. I guess. Wh --'' 
 
 `` Ah! Come along then no time to dilly dally'' 
 
 `` Alright. But where --'' 
 
 Before I made sense of anything I was pulled along with this mysterious man. Trying to strutter out questions, but failing miserably while my host looks for something in the vast empty space we finally arrive at our destination. With this brief pause I took the chance to rapid fire out some questions. 
 
 `` Who are you? Where are we? Why is it so big? How did you get in here?'' 
 
 Ignoring all my questions my host concentrated on his task, which was, for all I could tell, looking out into the emptiness. He made some gestures with his hands, then stepped up on air like it was steps, and opened another door I could n't see. He reached out his hand motioning for me to grab hold. Seeing my confusion still he offered these words for comfort `` Just because you ca n't see it now does n't mean that you wo n't in the future.'' 
 
 After a moments repose I grab his outstretched hand with a new found conviction ready to face the adventure ahead, because I figure it's better to live an adventure to think it a reverie.
