Tommy's footsteps echoed in the tunnel as he ran, his breathing ragged with fear. He didn't care where he was going—he just needed to get away from the madness that had taken hold of the cave.
But as he ran, the tunnel seemed to stretch on endlessly, the walls closing in around him. The whispers returned, louder now, almost deafening. His flashlight flickered, casting long, distorted shadows on the walls.
Suddenly, the ground beneath him shifted, and he stumbled, his flashlight slipping from his grasp and clattering to the ground. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath, the whispers swirling around him like a storm.
In the dim light, he saw something move—something massive and hunched, its form barely visible in the darkness. It crept toward him, its long, spindly limbs scraping against the stone floor.
Tommy's breath hitched in his throat as the creature drew closer, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. He tried to move, but his body was frozen with fear.
The last thing he saw was the creature's elongated arms reaching out to envelop him.
And then, there was nothing.