When I entered the cave, the sight that greeted me was terrible—so horrifying that it haunted me for days afterward, assuming I even survived that long in this godforsaken place. Bodies lay everywhere. In fact, the corpses might as well have become the floor itself at this point. There was no discernible edge where the cracks in the actual stone ended and the human remains began.
The cave was black—pitch black. I fumbled for my flashlight and tried to activate it, but whenever I did, the beam was swallowed whole by the oppressive darkness surrounding me. My hands trembled as I clicked the switch on and off, desperate for even a sliver of light to guide my way.
I continued forward, my boots squelching against the bodies beneath me. For at least an hour I walked, each step filling me with mounting dread. My mind raced with a single question: would I ever escape this hellish landscape? The stench of decay filled my nostrils, and I fought back waves of nausea that threatened to overwhelm me.
Then something breathed on my neck.
Every hair on my body stood up. A primal instinct screamed at me not to turn around, as if something beyond my understanding compelled me to keep facing forward. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might burst through my chest.
Another breath touched my neck, warm and fetid.
By then I was frozen in shock, my muscles locked in place. I didn't know what to do. Every fiber of my being told me to run, but my legs refused to obey. Slowly, against every screaming instinct, I turned around.
I saw it. Oh God, I saw the creature.
It was a terrifying abomination that looked like multiple human bodies contorted and fused together in impossible ways. The beast was vaguely humanoid, but it appeared as though dozens of corpses had been melted and reformed into this nightmarish shape. Eyes stared out from where eyes should never be. Ears protruded from unnatural angles. Limbs jutted out at grotesque positions, twitching with unnatural life.
I was frozen. I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything but stare at this monument to suffering.
Then everything went black—blacker than it already was in this cursed cave. The darkness was absolute, suffocating. I could hear the monster beginning to shuffle toward me, its many limbs scraping against the stone and flesh beneath it. I couldn't see it because everything had become pitch black, but I could feel its presence drawing closer.
So I ran.
I ran for my life, my lungs burning, tears streaming down my face. I banged desperately on the cave walls, searching frantically for an exit, praying for any way out of this nightmare. My knuckles split and bled, but I barely felt the pain.
But the beast was fast—impossibly fast—and it was right behind me. I could hear its ragged breathing, could feel the displacement of air as its twisted limbs reached for me.
I kept running until my legs couldn't carry me anymore, until my muscles screamed in agony and my vision blurred with exhaustion.
I'm currently hiding behind a boulder, my whole body shaking, hoping against hope that this monster won't find me. Every sound makes me flinch. Every shadow seems to move.
I'm writing this note to you as a warning: if you ever encounter the Slaughter Cave, I pray to whatever god you believe in that you make it out alive. Because I know, with terrible certainty, that I won't.