Money Changes Everything
“Unless you don’t want to see.”
With another thump of bones on the wall, my lantern went out, and I knew the darkness that has seen no light. I was engulfed by the blackness of hell. A total blindness, born without eyes. I waved my hands in front of my face and felt the air rush over my skin, but I couldn’t see a thing. It was a suffocating pitch that made me gasp for breath. Even though there was plenty of oxygen, the walls of my crypt-like cocoon closed in. I pawed at my unseeing eyes and screamed, thinking sound alone might illumine my surroundings.
My echo retreated, and I was left with his bone-scraping melody along the wall. “Won’t do no good to go and lose your mind, you know. You’ll still die down here in the end. Like me.”
“Maybe insanity will make it bearable.” I rasped it through clenched teeth and tasted my own salty blood.
Another flick of his unseen white fingers, and my lantern was alight. It pulsed through the center of his skull and lit up his socket eyes. “It won’t.” He whispered it. “Follow me.”
We wound through a series of underground canyons. Chasms that bored into the earth forever. Sheer rock walls that led into the abyss. As I crawled along a foot-wide ledge behind him, I muttered, “Is this hell?”
“No.” His voice shimmered in the dimness. “It is your salvation.”
“Why does salvation seem like I’m damned?”
“Because,” the Old Man replied, “you are too blind to see.”