It was a new house we moved into. There was a fly, an insect and rodent problem. In a crawlspace there revealed a standing room, with a railing above that was clearly intended to be walked on. On the ground level it was terra firma, the walkway above being older, chipped but painted wood. There was light, but from where, or when, I couldn't say. Around a sharp corner the smell of miasma fluttered and suggested something awful. There was death.

Skittering along the floor were a few rodents, their movement constant following your approach. The worse thing is the rest of them were more than content to feast on this cacophony of decaying bodies. They didn't know what they were doing outside of survival, but boy, were they doing it greedily. It wasn't just human bodies. Mythic creatures, Egyptian creatures, South American Fetishes, whatever was doing this clearly outclassed anything this grim hall could throw at it. The light present in each room always seemed brightest in the center, each new corner and turn being the darkest spot.

One day after a meal, an exterminator came by and I treated him like he was a mailman and complained that I had been waiting six weeks for someone. He'd shrug his shoulders and exclaim he would be glad to help but brought no chemicals with him. He seemed to know his way around the house, immediately finding his way to an unseen passage. When I entered that room, he was up on the elevated path. But he ceased seeming like the exterminator seeming of a mailman. He looked and acted very much like the entity either responsible for this bizarre labyrinth, or just another force drawn to the unthinkable end of this place.

My brother seemed to be around in some degree, coming and going and treating this all very normally. The decay in this maze was removed the further you went in. The walls smoothed, rough floor gave way to tiles and marbled stones. I was stepping over limbs freshly bathed in mystical blood, the warmth of them sticking in the air and hitting my body. I could only go so far before I had to go back and have the rest of my day. This didn't seem strange at all to me.

I'd say it was a maze but there was only one way you could go, and one way you can go back. You'd never see any of the killing. Only the aftermath.