The Touring Party
Surprisingly, it didn’t feel cold here.
In fact, it was like being in the rosy glow of a welcoming fire, although technically they
were in the bowels of the earth.
The Guide had warned them to keep up, but something had attracted their attention, thus they had lingered too long and too far behind.
Stalactites and stalagmites surrounded them, some floor to ceiling like pillars holding up the roof in erratic sizes.
The lumps and bumps in the floor were equally solid, but their shape unusually rounded.
Their footsteps echoed round the chamber as they climbed the steps towards what they thought was the exit and daylight.
Then the lights went out and the rosy glow disappeared.
In the pitch blackness, each felt a hand tug on their ankle and pull them screaming into the undulating floor.
The Beast was awake, and needed some new disciples.
Written for Sue Vincent’s challenge this week: