Darker Still

It's been hours....maybe days. I have fallen in and out of fitful slumber so often that I no longer have any awareness of the passage of time.

I was waiting Reader...waiting for your reply.

But it never came.

Do not worry, I know you are not to blame. Perhaps my messages will never reach you. Perhaps my words will never carry farther than this cavern...for I have determined that I am indeed in some kind of cavern. It is the only explanation.

I hope you will forgive me if this is unwise, but I cannot wait any longer. I cannot stay another minute in..down?...here, else I will go mad. It is not just the dark...there are noises too...sharp skitterings...and a softer sound...as if a sack of beans was being slid across the floor. Even now, it feels closer. My knees are shaking as I try to stand. I must escape.

Pray, Dear Reader, that I may write again.

Dark

To you, the unseen person who may happen upon my secret words, I bid you welcome. What you read may surprise you, for in truth, it surprises me.

I hadn't planned to speak of this journey, for I haven't a friend in the world to tell it to. Just you, my unseen reader. I feel it's safe to tell you...for we've never met, and you therefore should feel no obligation to continue reading....and I shan't blame you.

I have stumbled upon a strange place indeed. I'm not even sure how I got here.....It's so dark. I can barely tell up from down. I can feel a rough wall...or maybe a large rock...at my back, but I'm afraid to move and investigate further. The dim light of this screen does nothing to penetrate the blackness around me.

I can't stay here. I know that. But.....I'm frightened. Please, dear reader...if you're out there..tell me what to do.