Cave Secrets

By Sabrina

The five rowdy kids in our family were all crammed into the backseat, like too many monkeys trapped in a small cage. We were all ready to see what the surprise road trip was that my dad promised.
“Surprise! We’re here!” said my dad.
We all looked to where he was pointing. Oh no, I thought. My dad was taking us to Mezanian Caves, an old historical site. Word has it the ancient people of the area used to live in them. We all got out of the van, I went over to one of the roped-off caves.
I peered over the edge into darkness, not much to see. The archeologists had taken all the artifacts. I was just about to head back down when a rumble came from below. The next thing I knew I plunged into darkness. I found myself in a dark hole, which I suspected was a cave. There was a small sliver of light coming from the exit. My eyes searched the interior. Clay pots and cave paintings covered the place. I couldn’t explain it, but something here felt strange. I got an obscure feeling the cave didn’t want me here. That there was a secret hidden. Curiosity won me over. Carefully I crawled towards the artifacts. My hands reached for the lid of one of the pots. It took off the lid and a peculiar smell floated towards my nose. I looked inside the pot, something was drawing me to it. A wisp of cold air made loose strands of my hair fly around me. Suddenly I had an urge to get out of here right away! I felt something was chasing me, forcing me to leave. Relived I climbed out of the cave. Everything looked the same, but I myself felt unfamiliar.