As they entered the old abandoned mine shaft, a cold breeze swept through the long crooked tunnel. They felt tingles down their spine insisting them not to go further but they did and made their may onto a rusty black cart track which led them to an awfully unpleasant smell of a rotting corpse or a terribly moldy substance. A cobweb hung high in the ceiling of the rocky sharp cliff like edges. Another breeze came through, but this time they were well over 12 meters into the cave with no sight of daylight but only visibility from their medieval looking tiki torch. A whisper. A sound. A voice. Silence. They stood there frightened but had a glimpse of light and carried on urgeing through the cold, dense, dark cave. In the distance they heard a scream, a blood curdling, spine chilling scream. They held their ears tightly. It was dreadful. Hurriedly, they rushed out the cave as a shadow had came visible out of the dark mist given from the caves dark holes.