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You would think that, after millions of years, another human would have noticed a hole in the ground leading straight to hell, especially one that stood beside a road that was built decades ago. How many people have walked past this bush without noticing? These were my thoughts as I climbed down a cave that, from the outside, looked suspiciously lit up.
I did go home before to pick a lantern and feed my dog, and now I was right back exploring these lava pits in the middle of a valley between a major city and a major town.
I had never read of something like this. Hell supposedly had stairs, right? Maybe they were somewhere else, another entrance, perhaps, in another plane. And right there, after those thoughts, the tunnel opened wide as I walked deeper inside and I saw what seemed to be a round cave room. There was lava in a couple spots near the wall and lanterns lit up a cross in the middle of the room. And on the cross, the source of my terror, of my heartbeat going miles per hour, was a man that was nailed by his hands and feet, lowered head, like the images of Jesus Christ, blood dripping on his chest.
The cracking sound of the torches and a whooshing echo from farther down the cave accompanied the melody of doom that haunted my shallow breaths. I turned back and ran, looking behind every few steps. I went up the hole and everything was normal again. Perhaps I could call people here who were braver than I to explore these depths.
I always seem to be in writing mode, but my writings are a little shorter these days. They like to travel all the roads and I haven't been able to focus to make a bigger post. Seeing this, I decided to write a little story. :) I hope that you liked it.
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