Jeffery stared around at the entrance of the abandoned mine.Leaned against the walls were a stack off old pickaxes and around a dozen rats, which were scuttling across the ground. In the corner,  a small leather bound diary which looked like it had not been touched in decades, lay on the floor. The heavy aroma of gas lingered in the air. From the very back of the mine Jeffrey heard a whistling sound. The sound grew louder and louder, near and nearer. Panicked he desparately searched around for somewhere to hide.