Fabulous Creepypastas.

The Cave

There were originally nine of us scheduled for the spelunking expedition, but Murphy's Law dictated that two of the group had to pull out due to various issues. It was a disappointment having fewer members to share in the experience, but then again, there were benefits - less logistical problems, more space and so on. I, personally, wasn't that affected by it; while most of us were close friends, I hadn't known those two well.

Our rendezvous was the cave entrance, at the crack of dawn. I was the first one there, as usual; those who knew me often remarked at my attention to punctuality. Slowly, the rest of the group arrived, parking their cars and unloading the equipment that we had organized between us. As the expedition leader, I had the emergency provisions on me - first aid kit, flare gun, GPS locator. It seemed quite odd that a flare gun would be taken into an underground location, but I'd rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it.

We assembled at the cave entrance. There was Jason, Alex, Karen, Samantha, Vincent, Ashley and, of course, myself. Alex and I were experienced spelunkers, while the rest had varying skill levels: Moderate (Karen, Vincent and Samantha), poor (Jason) and a first-timer (Ashley). Normally it was against instinct to take a first-timer into an unexplored cave and in such a large group, but he had promised to obey every command I gave him and had agreed to carry the most cumbersome equipment on the safe parts of the trek.

The cave loomed in front of us. It was typically dark and foreboding. Not for the fist time, I wondered why it was, according to every available record of local geological sites, unexplored. Perhaps it was the isolated location, or the fact that until recently, there had been no way for vehicles to access it thorough the surrounding forest. "Are you sure it's alright?" Ashley nervously asked, shifting from foot to foot. His earlier bravado had deserted him. "Yes. You can't change your mind once we're in, so decide now." I said flatly, turning around without waiting for an answer. He'd make his own mind up without any further input from me.

The rest of the group followed me. After a few moments of apparent indecision, Ashley hurried in after the rest of us. Soon, the darkness swallowed us whole.

Inside, the cave was quite larger than it appeared. It proceeded inwards for about two hundred metres and then sloped down quite quickly. As per usual, I ordered the group members to "buddy up", a system in which the group divided up into pairs and threes and were responsible for keeping together. Ashley and I were partners, given that I was the most experienced and he was the least. It wasn't as fun spelunking when you had to care for somebody else, but it was a necessary evil. Besides, he was a quick learner.

Soon, the sunlight from the cave mouth faded. "Flares out, everybody." I ordered. One by one, the expedition members cracked the flares. As per local guidelines, each member carried two pack of thirty handheld flares. It may have been excessive, but the flares weren't very strong and only provided enough light for the immediate area around the user. I took out a glowstick from my pack and wedged into the rocn beside me. Only I carried these and they were quite stronger than the flares, able to last up to twelve hours with diminishing light after eight. I would use them to mark our trail back up.

Slowly, we continued down. The handheld flares lasted for fifteen minutes on average and soon we reached and edge. I ordered the group to stop five feet from the precipice, where the ground levelled out. As yoy may have noticed, I am a stickler for safety measures, but not without good reason. I didn't want a death on my hands. "Ashley, crack a flare and throw it down." I said, watching to see how he did it. Ashley withdrew a flare from his pack and lit it. Then, without moving, he tossed it forward, down the hole. I nodded in approval - he hadn't moved forward from the five metre guideline. 

I crept forward to the precipice and looked into the abyss.

Then I saw it.

Descending into the darkness, barely half a metre from the cliff edge, was what appeared to be a staircase.