Samantha glanced over at the entrance to the stairs.  Grey stone walls lined the sides of the stairs before descending into darkness.  The course rough hewn stone seemed out of place, a sharp contrast to the modern house that sat over it.  A cold damp breeze wafted out of the hole in the ground carrying a strange acrid odor with it that made her eyes water.  She backed up instinctively and nearly tripped over one of the broken beams littering the ground behind her.  She looked at Christian questioningly, her voice trembling slightly when she spoke,<em>“do you want to go down there now?  Or shall we go back upstairs first?”</em>