Freezing Blackness
He decided to press on, and in no time at all, he was back in that hole in the ground. He became immediately aware of just how blackened and even chillier it had grown in this vault at night. Was his flashlight malfunctioning, or was the darkness almost alive, having grown somehow more powerful? If that torch, for whatever reason, stopped working, it felt like he would be completely swallowed up by the mine.
Freezing Blackness
Arctic
A chilling gust of icy wind burst out of the mine as Christopher made his third descent. Whatever courage he had found in his anger almost evaporated as what felt like frozen knives flew through him. It truly seemed like the paranormal activity was intensifying all around him, and that it was going to take all his strength and will to battle his way back down to that pit, and beyond…
Arctic
