I looked up at the stalagmite ceiling, blood dripping from it and onto my skin. As I walked I shivered, I knew something was wrong, just not what. I stepped over cracks and ducked under hanging stalagmites until I hit a dead end. I dared a glance back, nothing. I let out a sigh of relief, I turned around. A shadow swiftly glided across the ground. I froze.

"Branquenn, Branquenn," it chanted.

"Leave me alone," I said, shivering, not knowing what was going to happen next.

"No need to be afraid," it said in its croak of a voice.

"What are you?" I asked, hoping for no answer, hoping for it to go away.

"Your nightmares" The shadow rose up like a demon rising from hell, perhaps it was a demon, no, it was much worse than a demon. Its sharp claws ripped my clothes, piercing my skin, that's the last thing I saw before it went black.