I walked down to the storage units in the basement of the apartment building in which i lived. They were in the form of cages reaching all the way to the ceiling, rows and rows of cages divided into five sections. I walked past my own storage unit which contained a mattress, a bed frame and a large ornate rug. I continued until i reached the last section, the fifth. The fifth section, unlike the others, had only three cages along one of the walls and on the floor was a pile of old things which people had left behind when they moved out, things they didn't want; a broken wall clock, a pair of worn dress shoes, empty boxes and plastic, a couple of knives and forks and spoons. And so on. The fifth section also had a door which had always been closed and locked but now stood open. The dark room behind had a hatch on the wall to the left of some shelves. The hatch was open and from it came an orange dancing glow as if there was fire inside it. I walked into the dark room to look into the hatch but when i got there and i looked in i saw only a tiny pale blue space with something dark in the corner of it and a ladder which faded upwards into the distance. There came a sound from the small space, as if there were people standing in there, whispering. I felt a sense of vertigo. Then the door closed behind me along with the hatch and i was left in darkness.