Cameron Keen never expected her life to become entangled in the horrors of Blackwood Mountain.
Drawn back by a past she can't escape, she soon finds herself face to face with her old friend Josh Washington, a man haunted not just by grief, but...
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THE FURTHER WE FALL.
Cameron glanced around, her hazel eyes flicking from shadow to shadow as she tried to make sense of the eerie cavern.
Sam's flashlight swept along the ceiling, illuminating strange formations that seemed to twist and curl like gnarled fingers reaching for something unseen.
Cameron kept to the edge, careful not to step too loudly. Her heart was pounding, adrenaline heightening her senses.
She froze when her boot nudged against something hard and wooden. Biting her lip, she crouched down and brushed her fingers over it.
It was a cross, barely held together.
The wood felt weathered and brittle, practically falling apart in her hand, with splinters that pricked her fingers like tiny warnings.
She could tell it had been down here for a bit, decaying in the damp, cold air of the cave.
Whoever—or whatever—had placed it here clearly couldn't put much into its construction; it was little more than two broken sticks bound with a thin strip of fraying black cloth.
The shallow pit in front of the cross was just deep enough to cover... something. But when she looked to see if there was anything in the hole, she found nothing.
"What is this place?" She murmured.
Sam stepped up beside her, her own expression growing confused. She lowered the flashlight, letting its beam rest on the pit and cross. "Do you think someone buried... bodies down here?" She asked. "I mean, like... actual graves?"
Cameron shook her head, struggling to believe it. "Maybe the miners buried someone down here... if they had no way to get them out." She wanted to believe that, but even she could hear the unsureness in her own voice.
"But there's no reason they'd come this far down in the first place." Mike replied, his eyebrow raised.
Taking a steadying breath, Cameron reached out, gently pulling Sam back. "Yeah. Let's not mess with it."
The idea of someone digging this deep underground to bury the dead seemed strange, especially with the Sanatorium far behind them. But if it wasn't the miners... then who had done this?
A half-hysterical thought flitted through Cameron's mind, and she almost let out a dry laugh. Had the Wendigo grown a conscience and decided to bury its next victim?
The three of them continued exploring, a new silence wrapping around them like a suffocating blanket.
Sam's flashlight beam, now directed low, swept over the damp and uneven ground littered with rocks, bones.
