They told me not to enter the old mine. They warned me of the gas and cave-ins, the rusty nails and the animals. I just wish they warned me about something much deeper in that mine. At first, I could barely hear it and mistook it for water dripping. A constant tapping sound, that slowly grew into the sound of bone scratching against stone. It was too late because when I learnt the origin of the sound it's maker grabbed me by the ankle and started dragging me towards an open cavern, a dark abyss below the mouth of the tunnel. It looked at me with those empty sockets and clicked it's teeth together and slowly the bone twisted into a cruel smile. Without a second thought, it threw me over the edge, plummeting for all eternity until I reach damnation.