I Was in a House on Ridley Road, 16 Miles Away, and I Could Not Get Out

My father told me that if i couldn't get out, that i should go into the basement and go through the door behind the welsh dresser. That was the last thing we said to each other. I did not go down there, but i will show you a combination of photographs here. You could see it was nothing more than a great hollow with these wooden supports built through it. There is no electricity in there, no lights. One bend to the left, making the shape of an l, and then it's just a dead end. Here is the entrance. And here are photographs of what this annex consisted of, where my father believed i would be safer.