(This is one of the first stories I have made, and I know it's horrible... so yeah. o-o)



I stood at the entrance of the cave, staring down into it. My friend Evan had already made his way into the cave and was waiting for me.
"I know this scares you, but you know that the blacksmith asked us to get more iron for him... and besides, he's also your uncle..." He says, looking back up at me. I said nothing, remembering what had happened down in these caves when I was only 5 years old. It's been 11 years, yet still haunts me to this day.
"I'll be with you, there's nothing to worry about..." I knew he was trying to comfort me. Evan was always there for me, and my best friend. I am thankful to have him as a friend, for many reasons. Mainly because he helped me through the mining accident that happened to my father, which I had at the time of the accident didn't understand what happened. I can still remember what happened on that day...

~Flashback, 11 years earlier~
It was a day like any other, running down the oak wood steps to say good-bye to my father. He worked in the mines, and was very proud of it. I ran up to him and hugged him tightly saying good-bye after my mother did. Both my mother and I would never have guessed what would happen to him this day, even though I wouldn't understand it. I remember going outside and playing tag with Evan and playing diffrent games with him for hours until I came back home. My mother was sitting at the dining table, sobbing. I slowly approched her,
"What's wrong mommy?" I asked her. She looked over at me, and said through her tears,
"There was an accident at the mines... Your father is in a better place now..." I was confused, what did she mean by that?Though I was confused, I hugged her before going to my room...
About 2 years after this had happened, I knew what she meant. I held in my emotions and everything I felt in the day, but cried myself to sleep at night for the longest time. The only person I told how I felt with Evan, and he helped me through how I was feeling.

~Flasback ends~

I slowly walked down into the mines, and walked over to Evan. He smiled slightly before turning and walking down deeper into the mines and I followed. We soon pased the collapsed mine, which I stopped to stare at for a few seconds. I could almost seem to hear the panic and scream coming form inside. I knew no one was screaming, atleast not today. I knew if anyone was screaming, it would be 11 years ago. The collapsed mine didn't seem like it natrually happened... it seemed that someone had caused it. But who? What kind of person would do that? I knew some people said it happened natrually and that the supports may have given out, but I remember my mother and father talking about my father's job and how the supports held up well.
"Samantha? Are you okay?" Evan asks now noticing that I was staring at the mine.
"Y... yeah." I stutter and turned to follow him.
We walked through the mines in silence for awhile before coming to two serperate lanes. 
"If you wanted to, maybe we could split up, it may make the job go by faster. I mean- if you wanted to. I don't want you to-" 
"Sure... I guess so." 
"You don't need to if you-"
"It's fine." I turn and walked down on of the lanes.

To be honest, I didn't want to split up. I was afraid, but I didn't want to be in the mines and longer then I needed to be. And Evan was right, though, splitting up would help us get the job done faster. But of corse, with my wonderful luck, I hardly found any ore. I started to mine the ore and put it in my satchel bag. Yet while I was mining, I swear I saw something over my shoulder and could feel someone or something breath on my neck. I turned around startled, but nothing was there. I had a thought that maybe it was just Evan messing with me, but I knew that Evan didn't have completely pale eyes...




(I'm sorry for wasting your time by the horrible story. I may write more if I can actually think of what to write.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the corner of shame for makng the horrible story. Mkay bye. o_o *Walks to corner of shame* )