As we walked through the narrow passageway, the cave spoke with whispers from all around. The rugged ground seemed to latch onto my feet. With each step, the cave became more and more alive. Positioned high in the mountains this cave was secluded from all man. The large mouth on the Cliffside seemed to narrow exponentially for every minute spent inside. In the distance, four dark shadows approached, lurking in the darkness they jumped from wall to wall. The walls were covered with a grotesque mixture of bat droppings and cobwebs. The stench was equally unsettling to my stomach. Whispers of the cave became screams as we descended farther. The ground had now become wet with puddles and streams. Miniature life forms were swimming around splashing at our feet as we stepped over them delicately. The ceiling suddenly erupted with screeches of howling monsters. They frantically fluttered around our heads as we scrambled to cover, behind a sharp and scratchy rock jutting out from the ground like an iceberg shooting out of the water. The barrage of bats ceased, but the cave came alive again with movements from all around. The light at the end of the tunnel became visible. It grew larger and larger as we approached. The end of our journey was near, but the cave put up one last effort to hold us inside. The walls suddenly crumbled around us as we ran to the growing exit. Reaching the end, we looked back at the ominous figures inside that had been stalking us. Four armed men jumped out from the shadows, when all of a sudden they were pulled back inside mysteriously. The darkness that had frightened us had now saved us.