Sinkholes, Caves and the Devil’s Millhopper
A trip to hell and back
Escape to Where?
The figure then said, “Follow me.” As he turned an opening to a cave appeared in the side of the sinkhole behind him. Warren then asked, “Where are we going?” , “To sign the paperwork.” the figure replied with a slight chuckle. Warren, not knowing what else to do, followed the figure into the cave. The cave sloped steeply downward in a spiral, but it was not totally dark, as Warren’s eyes adjusted, he saw there was a soft reddish glow that almost seem to emanate from a slight fog hanging in the air. As they proceeded deeper the glow got brighter as well as the temperature begin to rise, in a sharp contrast to the cool night air at the bottom of the sinkhole, Warren started to sweat.
After going some distance, Warren began to question his decision and about where they were headed. As they were descending, Warren had noticed an occasional side tunnel and when they passed the next one, he noticed a slightly cooler air coming from it. The figure was a few paces ahead of him, for Warren had been walking a bit slower, when, fearing that he may not make it out alive, he stepped into the side tunnel and hurried as fast as possible down its narrow confines. The tunnel soon began to narrow and become shorter, he at first had to stoop then soon was on his hands and knees crawling as fast as he could. Fearing that he was coming to a dead end he heard a loud enraged voice from the tunnel behind him, “Where did you go? Where are you?” The tunnel narrowed even more, he was now on his belly crawling like a snake when he could go no further, he was stuck. He cried, he wept, he prayed that if the good Lord would get him out of this he would be forever faithful, and he collapsed, all the air rushing out of his lungs which was just the thing he needed, he felt the squeeze lessen, letting the air out of his lungs gave him just enough space to pull himself a few inches further, but there was a problem, he could not breath and fill his lungs, so he pulled again, moving another few inches, he struggled for air, he moved another few inches, he was in agony, his lungs were burning, he moved another few inches and the tunnel expanded barely a half inch allow for a small gasp for air, he moved a few inches more and the tunnel begin to opened up and then he pulled himself through into a small opening. He sat there for a moment gasping for air and said, “Thank you Lord.” Then he heard a long, but much creeper, wolf like howl coming off in the distance though the tunnel he had just crawled out of.