Just do it, Robbie said.

I can't, I said back.

Either one of us sacrifices our arms, or we both die in here.

Then a clonk could be heard, and a wall slowly started to descend over the only door in the room.

If we didn't exit soon, it would be sealed in forever.

Ever since I was a kid, my favorite part of Easter was the long and

anticipated hunt for candy-filled, delicious eggs.

My parents would always make a big deal out of him with a dozen clues scattered around

the woods behind our house, each more complex than the last.

In hindsight, they were probably ridiculously easy, but to my 10-year-old self,

I felt incredibly intelligent solving them.

As I grew older, I had little time for the annual Easter hunts.

I either had college, or work, or dates.

It dawned on me that an era of my life had passed,

but I still felt nostalgic each year as the holidays came around.

But then I found a dark web forum, specifically designed for these kids of hunts and mysteries.

Though they weren't exactly centered around Easter,

they had an annual competition around that time,

one usually taking place online, meaning all of us basement dwellers could partake.

They were a great deal of fun, and significantly more complex than the ones I dealt with as a child.

I loved it.

And though I wasn't the brightest of the bunch, I did all right.

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