And So, I Knocked (pt. II)

Nothing happened, so I knocked again. Nothing. So I started pacing, trying to think of a way to get out of this hole I was in. Then finally after a good bit of pacing and thinking I decided to knock a third time, but just before my fingers grasped the knocker, the door opened a little man with a bald head and a long beard with a lantern in his hand stepped out. I shielded my eyes, for by now the sun had gone down and it was pitch dark in the pit, so the sudden light was a bit shocking. We stared at each other in silence for a long while, until he spoke.
“Welcome.” said he, “We’d been wondering when you would arrive.”
“You’ve been expecting me?” said I.
“Why of course, lad! Now come along.”
And with that he turned and walked back through the door. I took a deep breath, hunched down, and followed him.

And So, I Knocked (pt. I)

So there I was, trekking through the Amazon. It was getting dark, and I knew swarms of exotic and dangerous insects would soon catch up to me. But as I walked just a few steps ahead, I fell into a deep, dark pit! It was about six feet across, and I don’t know how deep exactly, but quite deep. The walls were stone, and it was perfectly round. I thought it must’ve been an abandoned well, but then, as I continued to feel around the walls, I felt a change in texture. I looked in my pack for a match, and found only a few that had fallen out of the box that I’d used up a day before. I struck one on the stone part of the wall, and saw by its light a low, narrow door with a bronze knocker. What kind of a well would have a door at the bottom? No, this was no well, but a passageway to an underground kingdom of sorts. A passageway to an adventure far grander than I’d ever experienced before. And so, I knocked