They stood looking down into the shaft. It was filled with the deepest black they’d ever seen, that somehow extended to the rim, the sun unable to penetrate even the first few centimetres: when they dipped their hand, it disappeared from view.
Then there was the moaning, the calling out for help, that started after a few minutes. The voices that sounded like them, confirmed they were them; that warned them yet also transfixed them completely.
After the push and fall came the deja vu, the repetition of all they’d heard.
As they got up to speed the horrors began.
Then there was the moaning, the calling out for help, that started after a few minutes. The voices that sounded like them, confirmed they were them; that warned them yet also transfixed them completely.
After the push and fall came the deja vu, the repetition of all they’d heard.
As they got up to speed the horrors began.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #395 on Velvet Verbosity; the prompt was the word Black.
