1:Joey's pov
Any time we go on an "adventure," things never to to plan. On this particular friday afternoon, we were simply walking through the woods … when we saw the cave. So, as always, the phrase "to go walking through the woods," introduced the adventurous side. Naturally, we entered the cave, and, naturally, we got lost.
Inside the cave, it was dark. Very dark. We continued, and the dark grew ever deeper; as if it were taunting us, laughing at our confusion and always creating new traps to lure us into. A few minutes (or was it hours?) passed, and still we had no idea of where to go. I wasn't exactly scared if the dark, but I didn't like it, and I was starting to get a nervous twitch: jumping at every sound, or perhaps having ears that turn every little sound into a dangerous threat.
Unfortunately though, the spiders were not a figure of my imagination. They were big things, the size of your fist, and their eyes were like lasers: red and too bright to look at. You felt like they were burning a hole in your brain, and all your thoughts were pouring out of it, your darkest secrets being brought to the light these spiders were definitely freaks, or at least freakish. Maybe they were psychic! Somehow, the thought of being chased by psychic spiders is not a comforting one, especially as it is dark. A voice in my head begins to whisper: "hungry in the dark, hungry in the … " Now I'm creeping myself out.
"Stop thinking about he spiders," I whisper to myself, "that's the key, don't think about the spiders." Caterina turns round.
"you know, some say the first sign of madness is talking to yourself." she says. I choose not to answer. But then I hear it. A deep grumbling, that rebounds around the cave and fills the dank room with echoes. A feel a lump of terror building in my throat, and the words are out before I can stop them: "Help! We're being chased by mutant juicers!" I stand on something squishy. "And the psychic spiders! I'm standing on them! They're going to eat me! HELP!"
"Sssshhhhhh! You're standing on my foot, and the sound is my tummy grumbling. I'm hungry!" Caterina says.
"Hungry in the dark, hungry in the … " I whisper, and the echoes whisper back. The cave feels very sinister. Before I can finish, Clara interrupts.
"Ok, there is definitely something very wrong with you, Joey." she says.
Great! Now I'm really going nuts. Looking back on it, the comment about the juicers does seem a little silly.
"She's not going nuts," Cara says. "She's suffering from post traumatic schizophrenia. So technically she developing a mental illness called … "
"Going bonkers." Caterina interrupts Cara's lecture, and she glared at her. Not the brightest move, as it is dark.
There was a thud, and a cry. They cry was answered by the echoes with a thousand more, so it sounded much louder than it really was. I immediately think of the spiders. I am about to yell something, but I think I've had have had enough people telling me I am going nuts. I then fall over something … and that something is moving. Have the rocks started becoming mutants, or have the spiders grown? The ball of … em … something cries again:
"My toe is broken into a million pieces! Naomi wails. The echoes agree. "And my back. Thanks for squishing me. We'll never get out of this stinking cave now!" The only voices in the cave that agree with that are, once again, the echoes. We must be in a pretty large cavern for them to be so loud.
I suggest walking as an alternative to her problem, but she doesn't seem to appreciate that, saying how she couldn't walk.
"It's actually very easy. This thing, you see? Well, no you don't, it's dark. The thing on the end of your leg is called a foot. You have two of them! You stand up, that's the phrase for when you are balanced on top of your feet, and your move your leg …" I was interrupted by a yell of: "You stupid girl!" I should really say a thousand yells, for the echoes are still on Naomi's side. The sound fades away into an awkward silence. Clara breaks it:
"Let's play dares!" So that is what we do. I dare Naomi to walk out of the cave, and so our little journey proceeds.
A while later, the wall of the cavern turns a corner. Before me I know there is a lake (I almost fell in), vast, although I cannot really see, the lake seems as as black as night and as still as death. No sound does it make, but as we continue to follow the wall, there is a sound. A sucking sound, not like a river, but more like the earth was drinking the lake. I wish I had a light.
Suddenly, there is a sliding sound, followed by a plop. Plop- why does that word make me go all sweaty? Plop … hmmm … plop. Plop goes - water! WATER! That's what makes things go plop. What could make a plop? SOMEONE FELL IN! The sucking sound is really loud, and definitely not made by something I would want to see any closer. The Someone surfaces, and coughs. Without thinking, I jump in after them. Underwater, I see a light at the bottom of the lake. The sucking is far louder now, and it really does look like the earth is drinking the lake, or like a bath looks like when you are draining it, except multiplied by a thousand. Like this lake is a bath, and I am a speck of dirt. The water is completely lifeless. No plants, no fish, wait, I can see a fish. It does not look like any fish I have ever seen though. Its scales are pale grey, and its eyes are bulging from the years of peering through the dark.
I surface, and look for the person I am trying to help. I see many. It seems like we all had the same idea. I yell for everyone to go back, but the water drinks up my words as I am pulled into the depths. Frantically, I struggle to reach the surface until I think my lungs will burst, but the world slowly becomes black as I fade into oblivion.