Mark chuckled and replied,"More of a Spinelli Family Basement thing.The one at our house back in Cali is way creeper than this.This one is a fairy princess chamber compared to that one."

He clicked on the flashlight and led her across the room, there sat a large rustic old boiler with faded coating.
A single large pipe stretched all the way up to the ten foot ceiling which then dispersed into a dozen other pipes that crawled up through the floor.

Mark handed Hazel the flashlight and opened a large panel on the side of the boiler, which had several different switches and a large lever within.
He reached into the panel and spoke over his shoulder to her.
"Alright just keep the light focused here so I can see what I'm doing."

As he reached in to work on the boiler, a strange sound could be heard coming from a nearby "hallway" that lead deeper into the gloomy basement.
A rhythmic and repeating sound.
[i]Scrape.Scrape.Scrape.Scrape.[/i]
It drew closer, it began to sound like shoes shuffling across the linoleum floor.