I wandered blindly through the pitch black tunnels underneath The Mountain. I had gotten lost from the guide what seemed like a month ago. Without any light, I couldn’t see my watch and didn’t know just how long I had spent floundering in the encumbering blackness.

I had an assortment of scratches and bruises that I couldn’t see, but their constant throbbing was a permanent reminder of the painful hours I had spent stumbling blindly around. With no hope and no idea where I was going, I finally decided to give up and wait for rescue.

I didn’t realise until later that it was the worst thing I could do. I fell asleep. When I woke up, I couldn’t see a thing and my sleep deprived brain conjured up all manner of fears. Suddenly, I felt crushed, constricted, as the walls close in around me. I nearly fainted from hyperventilation before I fought the sensation.

Slowly gaining my bearings of up and down, I stood up. Then I heard a sound, like a growl. My mind was playing tricks on me again. I turned around.

Crap..