Ryan and his cousin Bryan were staying at a seaside resort. By chance, Ryan walked into a cave. He found himself in a dark, winding tunnel. The floor was muddy and he could hear water dripping from afar. As he crept further, the ceiling pressed down till he had to crawl. Ryan was stuck. His flashlight went out, plunging him into total darkness. “Bryan, help me,” shouted Ryan, his heart pounding. Just then, he heard a scratching sound, like feet dragging on the ground. It got closer, till it stopped suddenly. Two huge clammy hands grabbed him by the leg, yanked him out of the passage and dragged him. Ryan closed his eyes in fear. Whatever dragged him dropped its hold and left. When Ryan opened his eyes, he was at the mouth of the cave. Bryan ran towards him. “Thank you for pulling me out of the cave,” said Ryan weakly. “It wasn’t me,” said Bryan.
The Eerie Cave
