Ben darted through the cave mouth. He ducked behind a rock and listened to hear if it was coming. The cave had an aroma of ancient bat turd and the cave walls felt like an itchy Christmas jumper. It looked like a war between dark and light, fighting over how bright it is. Suddenly, footsteps echoed down the hallway-like cave. Ben curled into a ball, avoiding all of the bats flapping above his head. Then a figure appeared in front of him. It reached it’s arm out and grabbed Ben. All went dark, like the war had finished. Then there was a scream. Then nothing.