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She held his soft hands in hers, slowly they walked through the cave, the drips of water falling from the roof made a rhythmical sound over and over again. As they walked closer and closer towards the back the girl squeezed his hand tighter and tighter. She closed her eyes and let him lead the way, stepping over the pebbles and slippery rocks of the cave made her extra cautios of her step.
When she opened her eyes it was pitch black and once again they heard the noise. The scream of a small child. She cringed immediately at the awful screeching, trying to focus on the drops of water instead, but her heartbeat was louder than either sounds do she took advantage and ignored everything but it. As the scream echoed through the cave they were paused. But when he began to walk forward again she pulled him back.
And he understood why, without any words or gestures he let go of her hand and continued forward, only a few more feet to the back of the cave.
She finally opened her eyes again and saw nothing but a flashing red light. The light became
brighter and brighter as he approached the back of the cave, it have him enough light to see that the sounds were coming from a tape recorder and at that moment both of them knew it was a trap.
She yelled out his name as she realized this, reaching out her arms to him, but he simply stood there and yelled back at her "go! Run away!"
She didn't fully process why until she was at the mouth of the cave.
He looked back down in the darkness at the little red light, ticking away time, starting when heard the click underneath his foot.
That was when she realized that the rhythmic sound of the water dripping was actually a bomb. There was a sudden feeling of warmth, then burning and bright light.
The sirens of ambulances, fire trucks and police cara woke her from her concussion's sleep. The blood on the back of her head made her scramble around in fear, the officer walked up to her with a flashlight and the paramedics were not far behind.
Staring into the officers eyes she confusedly said "where am I?" she looked behind her, into the cave that stayed partially intact, rubble and rocks fell from the ceiling, but nothing was as bad as the back of the cave, a hole peered light down onto the back, and an arm stuck out of the ruins.
And still she did not remember. The only thing she did even after fifty years was the thought in her mind "it's a trap."
Okay. I admit, that took me way more than a minute.
She slowly approached, fearing an irrational feeling that she obtained, an empty guess of what may have been inside. Her twitching fingers wrapped around the handle and like a bandaid she ripped it open, the noise of wood clashing upon the wall made her even more scared, but it wasn't until she looked inside did she tremble, the fears lingering inside of her bursting out into reality. And suddenly flying from out of the cabinet was a gruesome, slimy, blood covered........
Life is a story and we are the props.
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