To start things off, let me introduce myself. My name is Allen Mageis, and I'm a 21 year old author known for books like "The Glory of the Hadel Zone: Strange Creatures of the Night" and "Amazing! The History of the Megalodon and the Legacy of Sharks". I have had a couple of passions circulating among the surface of my mind—those which are: knitting, bird-watching, and gardening.
But enough about me for now. What I want to talk about is my husband's disappearence. When we moved into that damn ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ a few months back, I noticed something odd while measuring everything to be exact: the interior seemed larger than the exterior—about 1/4 inches off. At first, I shrugged it off; awaiting for it to be an human architecture error, and went off those few weeks as if it were normal. After that, strange things started to happen. One in particular was the fault of all of this: a daunting catalyst for nightmares to begin; a new room (which hadn't appeared in our floorplan when we first moved in) manifesting at the corner of our backyard.
From there, our dog, Cleo, went missing; only traces of her being left behind was a collar torn to shreds, nicked in a oozing pool of blood. Deriving from the assumpation that she might have gone into the new room that had just appeared out of our backyard, Ketts and I formed a search party to forage the area. So, sketching out a map and bringing on torches, we went deep into the inky darkness of this supposed area, and found... well, to my surprise, it was a maze—but not just any maze—a laybrinth with winding paths that seemed to go on forever; like some sort of twisted snake eating itself from the inside out, and no exits in sight for us.
That's where it... an absence.... took him; ripped his warmth away from my umbilical cord.

Nice story, man. How do I know this isn't some... tall tale?

Look, I know you're just saying that because everyone on the World-Wide Web has full anonymity and has the power to manipulate and dehumanize you but I swear on everything else, I am not lying. I even have photos and evidence as proof.

Here is a map I sketched up while foraging the area for our dog. Unfortunately, by the time we've descended into the depths of that maze; the image corrupted. Attempts of recovering the original didn't go as well as expected.
Still don't believe me? I still have the floorplan enlisted in my camera roll, and even if the new room was constructed there——it would take an entire landscaping comoany to do.

Okay, that's enough proof, alright. But can we see it? Just to assure we're on the same side.

Here, if it's not too messy.

i dontbelieve what youre telling is true mr mageis . in fact, i believe all evidence youve provided is just a fabrication to get us to trust you
in fact , any guilable person would fall for your scummy tricks