I'm especially careful around the hole. The last thing I'd want is to fall in.

It's pitch black, and wide enough to fit two large men. I dropped a pebble down once, and I never heard it land. I don't know where it leads to. Maybe it continues forever. Maybe there is a bottom, far, far below. Maybe it goes straight to hell.

I grab the tank of gasoline out of my back back and open it up. It doesn't make any sound as it flies down into the abyss, but I clearly see it with my eyes. It's a wierd experience, but I've gotten used to it.

Next I take out a match. It takes three swipes before the little flame comes. I toss it into the hole, and it doesn't take long before the little light is swallowed by the darkness. The tank of acid goes in next.

I don't know if I'm just making it up, but a part of me hears a very soft and faint screaming. I think the acid hit the ones trying to climb out.

The little wooden square slides over the hole quite neatly. I wouldn't want a random passerby to stumble into such a horrible fate, or for their wicked smell to bother anybody. They've already done enough harm.