A group of teenage boys stumble into a dark cave, deep in the Mountains of Colorado. Jake, the youngest of the group, quivers slightly in his oversized leather jacket. He begged them not to go into the cave but Marty, the eldest, had already convinced everyone. Marty walks at the front of the group, his baggy black jeans rubbing against the jagged cave ground with every step.

“Guys I really think we should turn back” Jake’s shaky voice echoes off the cave walls.

“Oh shut up Jake, if you want to chicken out go ahead but we aren’t a bunch of pussies” Adam, the tall reckless boy rolls his eyes at Jake and hurries ahead of Marty. Disappearing into the darkness, suddenly everyone hears his footsteps come to a stop.

“Adam?” Marty speaks up first. No response. Marty signals for Jake and the other three boys to stay there as he steps into the darkness.

“What the fuck?!” Marty yells out before Adam clamps a hand over his mouth.

“Guys what’s going on?” Jack asks frantically, anxiously looking at the other boys before they all step closer.

Then they see it, the horrific sight of that creature. It’s tall and terrifyingly skinny, every bone of its rib cage protruding from its rotting skin. Bits of its grayish skin falls off, revealing its hollow interior. The creature is hunched over a person, or what’s left of them, the creature has its hands dug into the boy’s abdomen. Tearing bits of intestine out, the creature shovels it into his mouth and loudly chomps on it. The squelching noises making the boys grip at their stomachs.

To be continued…