Stairs

I have an uncle that used to work as a Ranger in Michigan. He’s gone through nights of Tigers loose in a campsite without a working flashlight, drunk guys drowning in the rapids, and kids found dead from hypothermia cradled peacefully at the bases of tall pines.

But he never seemed disturbed when telling these stories, he saw it as just part of the job.

He took me and my middle brother on a walk through my grandparents’ woods one evening whIle all the adults made dinner. The other two boys were completely occupied with a video game that was only two player, and so our uncle decided that he would give us other two some special attention, especially to me as being the only girl I would get excluded from a lot.

We walked for maybe fifteen minuets before my uncle stopped dead at the swamp area in the woods, a place we went to often to hunt for mushrooms in the summer.

But right in the middle of the soggy forest flook was a ten foot spiral stair case that none of us could ever remember being there. It was like someone had built a house and everything but the stairs had been swallowed up by the swamp.

At the top was a very small landing where a welcome mat or carpet sat, completely clean and untouched from what we could tell.

I looked up at my uncke, and the look on his face struck me like a cold ice pick. He was terrified, shaking like it was winter, and eyes darting around the tree line like he was looking fir something. He grabbed our hands, and walked fast.

I have always been very short, and unable to keep up, found myself being carried all the way back to the house.

He set me down only when we were in direct sight of the house and told us not to say anything about it to anyone, especially the boys, and not to go out of sight of the house without him with us. We were very confused and scared, and as it sounded just insane, we kept our mouths shut.

I recently went back home to visit, and convinced my brother to come with me to see the staircase, though it took a lot to convince him to come along, and he refused to go without a gun and our 200lb mastiff. When we got there, to the right spot, there was nothing. Just a clearing, no bits if metal, no carpet, just an empty clearing and a nice big patch of.myshrooms.

those mushrooms might have been in our dinner if our mastiff hadn’t growled the moment we stepped towards them.

It was probably at a deer, but we left quickly and have never been back since or told anyone of what we saw.

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