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In Anton Court, a 6-feet wide hole appears overnight, eventually turning the residents crazy wondering how it appeared, and what caused it

In the gated community of Anton Court, the residents wake up one morning to find a hole in the communal garden. Not just any hole, but one that stretches 6 feet wide, doesn’t seems to end, and makes strange noises during the night.

Despite the protests of the residents – including single mother Hannah Suggs, retired military man James Stanley aka “The Colonel”, and millennial thrillseeker Rich Davis – Anton Court’s owners, HP Properties, try to convince them everything is under control. Even when a truckload of cement won’t fill the hole, and a steel panel is ripped off during the night. Once the children start creeping too close to the hole during the night, it is decided to evacuate the Court.

But not everyone wants to leave. Hannah stubbornly refuses out of fear of eviction, The Colonel is too proud to give up his home, and amateur scientist William Barrett wants to study it.

Worse still, Davis wants to explore the hole. With HP’s consent.

It is soon discovered that the hole is more unusual than the curious sanity it inspires in the residents; it is deeper than they could ever believe, perfectly smooth, and seems to get smaller the more you go down. Not only that, it is getting bigger at the top.

Then Davis reaches the bottom, and things get vastly worse on Anton Court.

Inspired by the likes of HP Lovecraft (At The Mountains of Madness), Stephen King (The Shining), and Mark Z Danielewski (House of Leaves), Deep Down There is a slow-building Horror about how the unknown can rip apart the delicate façade of everyday life. From the dark secrets of your next-door neighbours, to what really exists in the ground below our feet.

So, what lies Deep Down There? Read on, and find out for yourself. Just make sure to bring a torch, and a very long rope.

Oli Jacobs is a bearded connoisseur of whisky and curry who just happens to enjoy weaving tall tales from the random flashes of his synapses. From the wet shores of Southampton, but now residing in the wilds of High Wycombe, he has been writing since he enjoyed Saturday Morning TV without a hangover. While self-published since 2012 – writing in a range of genres from sci-fi comedy to noir-tipped thrillers – Deep Down There is his first serious crack at some spine-tingling Horror.

A vast range of subjects and authors inspire his works, but he is most likely to wax lyrical about the virtue of HP Lovecraft, the films of John Carpenter, or how zombies don’t run. That, and how Lord Parmesan is superior to Pitt the Elder. He knows it’s actually Lord Palmerston, but there’s no telling him when he’s engaged in that debate.

He can be usually found in his local drinking hole, or walking his pooch with his beautiful wife. If you find him, approach with wide arms and a smile. Or a beer. Preferably the latter.

As always, he hopes you enjoy his works.


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There was a sense of nervousness around the Court the next day.

            Usually, Friday would instigate a feeling of excitement over the pending weekend, but now, there was only a fear over what had happened the previous night.

            Still sat battered in William & Charles’ garden, was the steel sheet Crendon had used to try and cover the hole. While the plan was solid enough – as was the sheet – it was now lay upside down several metres away from the crater, and resembling a bowl rather than a panel.

            This time, there was no uproar from any of the residents; there were no questions or queries, just a stunned silence over what had happened. One could theorise that they all had seen what Hannah believed she saw, but did not want to seem to be the crazy one who would broach the subject. Therefore, the only option was to look at what happened in stunned silence, and hope to continue on with their day.

            Which many did, going to work and taking the kids to school.

            For those who enjoyed the home life – including Hannah, Charles, and now Rich & Stacey – they just joined Crendon in the inspection of the dented metal.

            As for The Colonel & Heather? They remained indoors.

            “So?” Rich said, finally breaking the tension that surrounded the small group as they looked at the panel.

            “So William’s hydrangeas aren’t going to recover,” Charles said.

            “I was talking about the cover.”

            “You don’t say.”

            Crendon didn’t say anything. He just got on his phone and muttered to Ronnie. Maybe someone else. Nobody seemed to neither care nor pay attention, as they were too focused on the remnants of last night.

            “I don’t like it,” Stacey said.

            “Eh?”

            “It’s weird.”

            “It’s not weird, it’s…”

            “Weird,” Hannah said.

            “It’s an eyesore, that’s what it is, my dear.”

            “Not something for your collection then, Charlie?”

            “It’s Charles, Richard, and no. I don’t think this would sell.”

            Crendon came back and began by apologising to Charles about his garden, and then assuring those left that the damage would be sorted out and everything would return to normal. Of course, such a statement soon turned round to bite him.

            “How’s a hole in the middle of the Court normal?” Hannah said.

            Crendon just glared. “It’s being sorted.”

            “It’s been sorted twice,” Charles said.

            “Yeah, well, it’ll be sorted again. Besides, how do I know this isn’t your work? Like, some sort of installation thing.”

            “My dear Vincent, I’m a collector. A curator. Not a creator.”

            Crendon sneered. “Yeah, well if I find out this is a joke, from any of you, your tenancy is revoked, alright?”

            Nobody said anything. They all knew that Crendon didn’t believe his own accusation there, but he was getting frustrated and ready to right the whole mess off.

            The problem was, that the mess was a 6-feet wide hole.

            And his options were fast running out.

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Thursday, 2 November 2017

50 Backers.

Well, this is absolutely splendid. Thank you to everyone who has backed Deep Down There so far, and massive thanks to Kashif Altaf for being the 50th Backer! A special reward is coming to you soon...

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Wednesday, 18 October 2017

Aloha.

Things continue to develop behind the scenes of Deep Down There. As well as getting some spiffing artwork put together for publicity by award-winning artist Elaine M Will, we are also looking at other artists to provide the awesome rewards we have planned, and also some more prizes from the Wheel of Misfortune...

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Saturday, 14 October 2017

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After a fallow period where 20% seemed like a distant dream... Deep Down There is now at a whopping 27%. That is phenomenal, and something I am very, very happy with.



So with that, the Wheel of Misfortune was spun for the Pledgers - twice - and a congrats are in order for Melissa Davies who won the DDT Lego Minifigs, and Iain Boulton who won a Pledge Upgrade! Congrats to you both...

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