Imagine being out for a beautiful walk one afternoon, innocently, absent-minded, strolling through the secluded country side with not a care in the world. Billowy white clouds in the blue sky above, fluttering birds chirping overhead chasing after late afternoon buzzing bugs as cooling breezes rustle tall grass.
Without notice, like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole in Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, the terrifying sensation of falling into pitch black darkness is over as quickly as it began.
Landing with a thud in shallow water with a splash, arms and legs sinking into soft oozing gunk cushioning the impact of a nightmarish never-ending decent to the pit bottom of an old abandoned well. What awaits ? What moves ? What’s that smell?…
The crack of old boards hidden beneath layers of vegetation and overgrowth give out from beneath exploring feet, weary from weather and countless years, made load bearing impossible,