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.