Check the Dumbwaiter

Tame stepped over to the dumbwaiter and tapped on the wooden cover with his knuckles. It rattled slightly in its frame. It was perhaps as wide as his shoulders and sounded hollow. He turned the latch holding it closed and pushed the little door open. Inside, the platform was lowered and he could see used and dirty dishes with food of some kind still stuck to the edges of the plates. All of it was covered with a fairly thick layer of dust and from what he could see there seemed to be some spider webbing in the gears and pulley system that operated the dumbwaiter.

Tame leaned into it and looked up, the shaft leading up into complete darkness. Hmmm...not climbing up that anytime soon. I wonder where it connects upstairs? He looked back at the collected webs and the dust on the dishes. And just how long has this place been around? Wish I understood more about curses.

Tame pulled his head out when he noticed a tiny sliver of color against the pale platform of the dumbwaiter. Tame reached out and plucked the hair between his thumb and forefinger. It was pink, curly, and long. “Now who do you belong to, hmm?”

Tame turned around, closing the tiny elevator’s door behind him.

Author's Note

Go up the stairs (links back to the original story)

Back out into the Hall