Tom shone his flashlight around the cave. He saw strange markings on the walls. As he continued, he felt a cold draft. The growling noises got louder. His flashlight then went out completely. In the pitch - black, he felt something brush past him. He started to run blindly, his hands outstretched. After what felt like an eternity, he saw a faint light ahead. It was the entrance. He ran out of the cave, breathing heavily, and vowed never to go back.
The cave was damp and smelled of earth. Tom's flashlight beam showed a narrow passageway. He followed it, his heart racing. He heard what sounded like whispers. The air seemed to get colder. As he turned a corner, he saw a large, shadowy shape. Tom was so scared that he couldn't move at first. But then he snapped out of it and started to run back the way he came. The shape seemed to be following him. He stumbled a few times but kept going. When he finally got out of the cave, he realized that the fear had made his imagination run wild, but he still couldn't shake off the uneasiness.