Cave

          The warm glow from the crackling torch helps dispel the lingering darkness that came with the damp musk of the cave. The shadows that the stalagmites and stalactites cast are like gaping teeth against the curved walls that seem to lean towards you until you throw light on them and prove that they are nothing but still stone.
          The floor seems unnaturally flat. You tell yourself that its just that way from the rain that runs inside from the entrance over probably hundreds of years. The same water that helped build up the columns and spires that reach from floor to ceiling. Still something continues to nag at you.
          Your footsteps echo in the small elongated chamber, creating small reflections that sound like footsteps farther down beyond your orb of friendly light. You are sure that they are yours because you can only hear then when you walk. No one has been down here in decades since the entrance had just been uncovered with the recent rock slides.
          That doesn't stop you from calling down "Is anyone down there?" as if you are expecting an answer.