Book 4: Just Dropping In

Maddox

Leo was right about the mine shaft.

I feel my way through the tunnel, the walls damp with condensation and crudely carved. Leo is ahead of me, holding a flashlight as he walks into the tight, seemingly endless darkness.

“You really came here to play as a kid?” I ask, my words feeling wet and heavy in the sudden humidity. There must be an underground river somewhere beneath us, because everything I touch is wet, and my hair is so damp it’s sticking to my face.

“Not play,” Leo says with a short laugh. “We’d dare each other to go in. Some say a demon lived in here, a spirit of some guy who died while it was being built.”

A shiver runs up my spine but I shake the thought away.

“Ah, here, shit–” Leo drops the flashlight, and a loud bang echoes through the tunnel.

“Are you alright?”

“Fine, I just hit my head,” Leo grunts, and then the area around us is showered in light again as he picks up the flashlight and holds it