/authors/cpdx/Recent content in Cpdx on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-us/stories/1/01/01/enclosed/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/enclosed/<p>It was Friday evening. She knew what that meant. She could hear the irregular pounding of her heart as it was thunder looming on a humid summer&rsquo;s day. She rang the door bell anyway.</p> <p>After a minute the door opened and she was ushered inside. She walked down the hall, following the owner of the house, wondering what was going to happen this time. A door was opened for her and she stepped slowly down the dimly lit wooden stairs into the cellar.</p>