Uninvited Guests

His heart was pounding, he was sure he had seen the doorknob turn. Trevor reached fort he handle and gently turned it. It creaked open, and a little mouse emerged. It began crawling up Trevor's legs and came to a rest on his shoulder.

"My name is Buster, boy!" the mouse said. Trevor was frozen with shock.

"Y...y...y...you can talk!?!" he asked Buster still shocked.

"Yeah, so can you," Buster said. "If you want to live, go through that door there. You know, the one you opened."

Once inside, Trevor realized he was walking through a dimly lit corridor. He noticed a door to the far left, standing halfway open. Buster advised him again that if he wanted to live, he would go through this door. With Buster still sitting on his left shoulder, Trevor took a deep breathe, and walked through the door. He instantly began plunging deeper and deeper into complete and total darkness. His shrill screams of terror pierced the silent air. A foot before hitting the bottom, Trevor was jerked to a sudden halt.

"Good we made it," Buster said.

"Where the heck are we?" Trevor asked flabbergasted.

"We are in Pantchintla. My home and your new one."

"What!?!" Trevor cried.

"Yep, you're going to be living here with yours truly." Buster said gesturing towards himself.

"No, my home is in Little Rock, Arkansas, not Pantchintla, wherever that is."

"Don't worry, when we get above ground, you'll love it," Buster exlaimed. Trevor looked at him in disbelief.

"Oh, and you need a new name, how about Pinknin. Yes that suits you just fine."

"No, I'd rather keep Trevor."

"Too bad, slaves don't have a choice. Oh, that's right, you're a slave." Trevor fainted.

The next thing he knew, he was in a small room that looked like a cell.

"Hello!?" he called out.

"Good! You're awake," a short pudgy man hollered. "Now you can get to work."

"Work?!" he yelled. "What are you talking about? I belong in Arkansas!"

"Arka-whata?" the short pudgy man called.

"Never mind," Trevor muttered.

"My name is Pilton, by the way," he said. " I hear you're Pinknin."

"Not by choice."
"Better get used to it my boy! You're a slave now!" Pilton cried.

"Why?!" Trevor asked. "I'm leaving as soon as I get a chance!!"

"Nope," Pilton replied. "You stay a slave in Pantchintla 'til you die or are killed, my boy."

At that moment, Trevor realized he should have NEVER opened the basement door. He was stuck now. Trevor once again fainted.

To Be Continued...