I recently travelled to the snowy mountains however I am never going back there again, not after what happened.
I was travelling to the snowy mountains and I came to a peaceful lake with soft, gentle waves, I went to take a small drink from this cold lake when a howling storm came out of nowhere, the waves on the lake were no longer gentle, they started to rapidly through water towards me. The snow around me started to lift and circle me, I could hear distant ghostly screams, the screens get closer and closer before I blacked out.
I soon wake up in in a small graveyard covered in thick moss, I could swiftly walk over to a blank sign with a big hole behind it. while I was looking around I start to hear small footsteps behind me, I turned around but there is no one there, all of a sudden, a hand reaches around me and starts pushing me towards the big hole I saw before, I tried screaming for help but it was too late I was in the hole. I thought I was going to be buried alive, but then the footsteps fell silent. I hear distant thunder rumbling behind me as I climb out of the big hole to see what was going on, I turned to see a small shed that looked to be full of shovels. I run over to it and open the damp doors, huddle inside and close the door behind me, shivering from the cold wind outside I sit down and lean on some shovels, just before I got comfortable a shovel falls back and I fall through the floor and land in a giant dungeon. I angrily shake the cell door. my day was not going well.
You are probably wondering how I got out and sawfly back home but that is a story for another time.
