You will find escalators in any decent shopping centre. Monfeld is no different, although they have long since shut down.
I still do not understand where everything goes.
As always, please let me know if you have any questions to pass on.
Escalators always scare me. Their constant, unforgiving movement is terrifying. One wrong step, and you end up tumbling onto sharp steel.
So in Monfeld, I did not want to go down the escalator, even with them shut and dark and motionless. But the fountain was on the ground floor. The stairs were concrete death traps in a pitch black stairwell. The lift was a forgotten coffin So down the escalator I went.
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I heard the crunching and rolling halfway down. The things that emerged from the shadows near the toy shop were so tall. They walked with a jumbled gait, as if their bones had fallen into different parts of their body.
Even scampering back up to the higher floors was too dangerous. So I pressed myself flat against the metal stairs until the sharp grill dug into my face. One came so close enough to the final step. All they would have needed to do is look left.
They strolled past for two hours. I did not make it to the fountain. That was enough of an adventure in the dark. But thank goodness for the escalator.
I still do not understand where everything goes.
As always, please let me know if you have any questions to pass on.
Escalators always scare me. Their constant, unforgiving movement is terrifying. One wrong step, and you end up tumbling onto sharp steel.
So in Monfeld, I did not want to go down the escalator, even with them shut and dark and motionless. But the fountain was on the ground floor. The stairs were concrete death traps in a pitch black stairwell. The lift was a forgotten coffin. So down the escalator I went.
I heard the crunching and rolling halfway down. The things that emerged from the shadows near the toy shop were so tall. They walked with a jumbled gait, as if their bones had fallen into different parts of their body.
Even scampering back up to the higher floors was too dangerous. So I pressed myself flat against the metal stairs until the sharp grill dug into my face. One came so close enough to the final step. All they would have needed to do is look left.
They strolled past for two hours. I did not make it to the fountain. That was enough of an adventure in the dark. But thank goodness for the escalator.
