Expedition number one was to a cave on a deserted island. We had to take a 1 1/2 hour guided tour boat to get there. We figured we would get this tour over with first. We could spend the rest of the week doing party boats and enjoying the all inclusive amenities.

Along the way the tour guide pointed out the various islands owned by celebrities and some historical sites. We would be the first ones that would be visiting this new island. It took the crew years to get the island ready for visitors.

It was a pretty impressive island. Amazingly beautiful and pristine. The island itself was a self guided excursion. They gave us a map and told us to be back at the boat in 4 hours. It certainly would not take that long to see the entire island. It was only3 miles wide and 8 miles long.

We walked along the paths looking at the exoctic trees and reading the little plaques with the descriptions.

When we reached the other side of the island we were on another beach. This one was more beautiful than the one we came ashore on.

Instead of taking the pathway back, we looked around to see if anyone was looking and decided to dip off into the wooded area. There was no sign saying we couldn’t, so we took that as an Indicator that we could.

About a half mile in we saw a small entrance to cave. It looked pretty cool and we had to take a closer look. The entrance was big enough for us to squeeze our frames in. It was a little chillier in here than outside but not bad.

A few steps in my buddy decided he wanted to be a smart ass and scrape his stick across the cave wall. I turned around and almost ran into him trying to get out of there.

He laughed hysterically but to me that shit wasn’t funny. We only had a little light from the entrance of the tunnel and this thing seemed to go a little ways down.

I was over it! The further it went, the darker it got. But he wanted to go a little further. After a few steps he tried the same trick. This sound was a little more high pitched. It sounded like rock on rock.

“You’re not getting me twice jackass!”

“That wasn’t me.”

“What ever.”

Then he did it again a few more meters in.

“Cut the shit. It’s old.”

“Bro, that’s NOT ME!” he exclaimed.

He put both his hands on my shoulders and while his hands were there we heard the noise again.

Whatever it was, it was between us and the exit. I fumbled in my pocket to find a lighter. I was so nervous I was barely able to get it lit. On the cave walls were large scratches. But not like animal paws. These were large claw or talons like from an eagle or a hawk.

I don’t know how far we came in but the light from the entrance was no where in sight. It was dark.

I became even more terrified when I saw what looked like blood on the cave walls and skeletal remains on the cave floor.

I dropped my lighter and tried to run with my hand on the wall as guide. I heard the scratches on the wall, they were right behind us. FUCK!!

THE END