Carter pushes me forward. “Nah man, I’m not going in first,” I say, standing my ground. No way I’m going to be the first to go inside that creepy cave.

“Come on. You always talk about bravery and courage. Or are you all talk?”

That statement, reminding me of all the times I decided to give advice about strength and character, propels me forward. Gasping, I take in the sight before me- a long, steep coffin weathered with age, covered in vines and roses. A skeleton is perched upon the box, like it’s just arisen from its centuries-long slumber.