I was asked by a friend what the most traumatic moment in my life had been. I wish I could say that it took me a while to think of an answer. However, I knew what the answer was. I didn't have the strength to tell him the truth. The truth would have upset him in a way that I can't describe. He could never look at me the same way again.
The truth happened about fourteen years ago. I was only a junior in high school at the time. It all started when I heard a rumor about the old quarry down by the woods near town. I would occasionally go fishing there time to time.
The rumor went something like this: There was a freak accident in the quarry before it shut down. Despite the workers only being trapped underground for a few hours, two thirds of the people down there died. When the few surrvivors were freed, they could only find bones of the others who had died. The police never really found out what had happened down there. Many people suspected that the natural gases caused the workers to go crazy and eat their comrades. Others suspect it was all a cover up for something else.
The few workers who had survived denied it. They claimed they couldn't remember what had happened. Its also known that all the workers involved in the incident who had survived have long died. Either from sickness or trauma from what had happened. Whatever really happened down there, people still avoided the murky caves that sent those men to their deaths.
I always found the story far-fetched. Which is probably why i still hung out in the quarry from time to time. Despite what anyone told me, I always refused to fear the caves.
In Europe, i heard that there are far more older houses there than in America. Therefore it is extremely common in Europe to live in a house where someone died. However, in America haunted places are considered rare and taboo places where someone should never travel. That how I thought of the caves. They were just another place where something bad happened to occur.
Well, that's what I thought anyway. I had tested this theory day by day over time. Walk to the quarry, fish a little bit, walk to the quarry, throw some stones, walk to the quarry, look at birds, walk to the quarry, walk to the quarry...
Until one day, I decided out of pure boredom to yake a peek inside the caves. To be completely safe, I made sure I had my flashlight, gear, and let everyone know what I was doing on Instabook. Quite frankly, I didn't think anyone would care.
I walked over to the cave entrance and traced my hand around the mouth of the cave. The stone felt moist and cold. As if it were made out of ice. I made only a few steps inside. I didn't look for very long until I noticed something that completely caught my eye. At the very opposite of the tunnel, was a light.
Sheer human instinct guided me into a trance. I was mesmerized and thoutlessly drifted to the bright tunnel. I was like a lamb being led to slaughter. Before I knew it, I was standing inside of a cave mouth that was exactly like the one I had entered. I quickly looked behind me, only to see the darkness of a cave...
