The Cave

This is the start of the story I'm writing in my class. Enjoy!



I turned my head slightly to the right, enlightening a patch of sparking rock with my head torch. Beams of daylight shone down through the waves, lighting up the dark water. Kicking gently I swam slowly around the rock wall feeling each peace with my bare fingers. I glanced up when I heard another sound of movement in the depths of the dark water. Floating for a few moments I paired cautiously into the darkness. Telling myself I imagined it I swam deeper until I was deep within the rocks, in the pitch black with only my torch to guide me. Again I heard something but it was louder and possibly even… closer? Fear bubbled up inside me as I thrashed around trying to find the source of the noise but it was too dark to make out anything. I shut my eyes for a moment before opening them with a clear head. ‘Thrashing around would only attract whatever was in the water,’ I told myself. ‘You must stay still.’ With those thoughts on my mind, I shrunk back into the rocks and let the darkness swallow me. Staying as quiet as possible, I crept slowly along the rock wall, pressing my back flat against the rock and relying only on my fingers to guide me. Suddenly there was a sharp pang of pain in my finger as they ran along a sharp bit of rock. I brought the finger up to my face and took a double take when I saw what my finger had become. My usually pale finger was consumed with black ink-ish stuff that was spreading insistently down my finger. Everything begins to blur and the world started spinning around me as I stared at my hand, now nearly half covered in the black poison. I felt myself falling backwards then everything went black.