I nearly dropped my camera. "Why would you follow us? 'Cause right now, it sounds to me like you stalked us."

Brian scratched the back of his head, uncomfortable, I'm sure. "Er- well, I didn't want you guys to get lost or anything, and I didn't want Mrs. Smith to yell at me for not making sure you stayed with the group."

"Why do you care about what Mrs. Smith thinks?" Skye asked. "No need to be a teachers pet all the time."

I couldn't exactly agree. I just didn't think he wanted Mrs. Smith to be happy; I thought it was because he… cared.

"Well sorry for caring about your safety," Brian snapped at Skye. "Next time I'll just leave you up to your ankles in bat guano."

Guano; I knew what that meant. "We were not going to end up in two foot deep bat crap, thank you very much," I said, glaring at Brian.

"Yeah, but look how close you came to it," he said, pointing to a rather large pile of bat guano on the ground.

"Who cares if we almost stepped in some bat crap!" Skye exclaimed. "I don't even know how we got onto this subject anyways!"

I rolled my eyes. "Alright Mr. Because-I-Care… get us out of here."

Brian looked like he could smile triumphantly. "Follow me."

He led us around the bat guano pile until we were past the colony of bats.

"Wrong way, genius," Skye muttered.

"I had to memorize these caves in Boy Scout's, so I would never get lost," Brian said angrily. "Just leave me to the navigating, alright?"

About ten minutes later, we were back at the bat cave.

"Memorize the caves, huh?" Skye said with a smirk. "Okay, so now where do we go?"

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking…" Brian said, pacing around the large pile of guano.

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, come on Skye. Get us outta here."

Skye focused her gaze on the tunnel we had originally entered from. "Right."

We left Brian pacing, but we hadn't gone far before Skye said, "Maybe we should go get Brian?"

"Why do you of all people care if he gets out or not?" I asked, but I knew she was right. He had cared enough to come and get us, so we would care enough to get him out.

We started back, but we were stopped by the colony of bats escaping through the tunnel, flying out with speed past us. I screamed and ducked as one of the bats' wings brushed the top of my head. After a few minutes of crouching, I looked at the clock on my camera.

"8:36 p.m.," I read.

"Great," I mumbled, as Skye led me back to the bat cave.

When we got there, there were no bats hanging from the ceiling, and Brian was no longer pacing around bat crap.

"Brian's gone," Skye breathed, looking around the cave slowly.

I sat down on a rock, putting my chin in my hand. "Now what?"

Suddenly, the cave got very dark, the only real source of light being from my camera's screen. I heard Skye gasp, "What the he-"

There was a flash of orange light from the centre of the cave, then it was gone. Hovering there, where the light had disappeared, were two bats. One was a silvery colour, and it had light blue eyes. The other was a dark red bat, with bright yellow eyes that glowed in the dark. Both were about the same size, hovering at about the same height.

A clammy hand gripped my arm. It was Skye. "Oh my God," she muttered, staring at the bats.

I quickly took a picture, hoping that these weren't ghosts, and that they'd show up on my camera. I glanced at the screen; there they were, captured perfectly. Maybe those photography lessons Mum had sent me to in the summer were worthwhile.

The silver bat broke off from its position and made a beeline for Skye, and she screamed as it collided with her arm, gnawing on it fiercely. She screamed again then fainted. I turned to look at the red bat. It hovered there, watching me. Then, with one flap of its wings, dove down from its height and cashed into my arm, teeth bared. I screamed, high and shrill. Hoping someone would hear me. The bat bit me, and I screamed again, but I didn't hear anything come out. It was if I had just yelled into a black abyss.

My vision swam, and I couldn't see. I tried screaming again; nothing. This is it, a voice said inside me. These are your last minutes. Guess what it's going to say on your grave; Katherine Francine McCollin: Killed by a creepy looking bat. May she rest in peace.

I closed my eyes, and everything went black.