It yawned out in front of us, impossibly large and dark. We had heard the stories for years but never dared to imagine they might be true. The Pit existed. We realized that now. But it was too late.
I close my eyes.
I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die.
Suddenly, I feel my stomach drop and my head start to spin. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I try to breathe, but my mouth is dry. The sickening feeling continues for about a minute, then it stops. I open my eyes; I'm not dead... Yet.