ĎIím going in,í he said, clambering into the cavern. Josh was the adventurer but now he was going too far. Darkness blanketed us. An eerie wind came from a shadowy crevice. Grinning, Josh disappeared into the impossibly tight gap. I was faced with a dilemma; follow him or run for help. I followed. I heard the most appalling shriek. I fumbled for my torch and stared into the cold stone eyes of a statue. It was Josh. Petrified! Gasping, crying. I wrenched free of the tunnelís grasp. Only now can I write my story. The cave did not want us.
by Sophie Ball (11)
Western Primary School, Harrogate
Competition - Once Upon a Time
Copyright remains with the author.