Penelope gazed around the pitch black, deathly hallow of doom, shivering with fear. The murky, frost bitten water dripped off the ceiling, landing on Penelope’s face like tears, rats scuttled around on the damp, hard floor and massive, soul smashing doors swung open violently. The air smelt rotten, like toxic substances. In the distance, where light was extinct, came the sound of a malicious miner shouting abuse at the innocent, harmless child, children’s screams filled the air and the creaking pullie, pulled up and down the death-bringing mine shaft. Beneath her feet, Penelope felt something rushing, something flowing, something freezing… “Will I survive this murderous trap?” she wondered.