As a detective, it was Molly’s duty to investigate the cases she was given, but now, as her cold fingers grip the lantern, her shoes digging into the wet grass of the cavern, she was beginning to regret accepting this case in the first place.

But it was so intriguing, so intensely gruesome she just had to find out more. A group of young girls, barely eighteen, had gone exploring in this very cave.

Their bodies were found two weeks later, decayed and horribly disfigured, their limbs twisted in such horrific ways.

Naturally, Molly felt inclined to be the one who solved the case, so as soon as she could, she delved into the cave, clutching her lantern as hard as she could.

The wind howled behind her, a shiver creeping up her spine. The dimness from her only source of light didn’t ease her anxiety in the slightest; in fact, it only made it worse.

Something deep within the cave howled and groaned, but it wasn’t the wind this time.