Inside the pitch-black area, sharp, jagged rock formations jutted up from the chamber floor. A network of webs and mossy vines dangled from the ceiling.
Somewhere in the distance echoed the hollow sound of dripping water. The boys panned their flashlights across the scene, revealing an eerie stillness. They found no one.
Outside the Cave
Michael carried Star towards the car. His strength waned with each step, his legs buckling until he sank to his knees.
Star's hood fell back, revealing her delicate face. Inspired by her beauty, Michael found the strength to rise and lurch toward the Chevy.
Back inside the pitch-black hole, Sam and the Frogs found nothing until their flashlight beams shot upward.
Their hearts skipped a beat. The Lost Boys hung upside down from the ceiling like giant human bats, with David at the forefront.
"I thought they'd be in coffins," Sam whispered.
"That's exactly what this place is. One great big coffin," Edgar replied, starting to climb. "Let's stake 'em."
David's eyes rolled open, yellow and glassy. His voice echoed from hell, shaking the entire cave.
"You're all dead! YOU'RE DEAD MEAT!"
The boys screamed and ran for their lives, scrambling down the rocky ledge. The commotion caused the other Lost Boys to open their glowing red eyes one by one in the darkness.
The boys ran through the tunnel, past skeletons of hotel guests. They dashed across the lobby and scrambled up the stairs toward the car.
"Michael! Start the car!" Sam shouted.
They arrived to find Michael passed out beside the car. Sam and the Frogs shoved Michael into the front seat.
"I'll have to drive!" Sam declared.
"We don't ride with vampires," Alan said sternly.
"Fine! Stay here!" Sam retorted, hopping in behind the wheel. The Frogs exchanged looks and decided to make an exception. They leaped into the car.
Edgar got in front next to Michael, and Alan settled in the back with Star and Laddie. Sam turned the ignition, and the car fired up hesitantly.
"Come on. Burn rubber," Edgar urged, stomping on the gas pedal.
The Chevy rocketed backward toward the cliff. Sam stomped on the brakes, and the car came to a skidding stop, its back fender hanging precariously over the edge.
"Burn rubber does not mean warp speed!" Sam scolded.
Later, as the Chevy barreled down the highway, Alan complained, "We blew it, Edgar! We lost it!"
*Shut up!" Edgar snapped back.
"We unraveled in the face of the enemy!" Alan continued.
"They pulled a mind-scramble on us, man! It wasn't our fault! They opened their eyes and talked!" Edgar explained defensively.
Sam looked in the rearview mirror, "Oh, no..."
"What?" Edgar asked.
"There's a cop behind us," Sam informed them.
"Quick! Look older!" Alan suggested.
Sam shot Alan a look. "This is all we need! To be caught driving without a license... and in the possession of vampires!"
Michael's head slumped against Edgar's shoulder, prompting Edgar to push him away.
"Michael! Get behind the wheel!" Sam urged.
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