THE LEGENDARY GOLDEN STATUE
Chloe and I were searching for the legendary golden statue. We were in a misty dark cave and were pushing through the earth, up to our knees in filthy moldy, water and algae. We sloshed our boots through the wreckage and tried to focus on the map, but I couldn’t. I could swear that a beady pair of huge white eyes were looking at us, watching our every move. The cave seemed to be a death trap, a venus fly trap waiting for its next victims. Suddenly I heard a startling noise, and I was swallowed through the caves mouth.