The Trip would have been normal, and it had been going on normally for the past week. A plane ticket to Nepal, a hike through the Himalayas, nothing out of the ordinary. The Group had arrived in Tibet after a week of traveling, and eventually headed set up camp next to a cave entrance that had numerous boulders around it. The Night went on casually, talks around the campfire, the last bits of smores cooked, and cleaning up their mess. During their rest, a faint noise could be heard. the sound of what they assumed to be a steam trains whistle. But how? There were no railroads nearby in a 10 mile radius, they assumed it must have just been noises from the wind itself. That Morning, they continued their hike, but instead of continuing on their normal route, they decided to head into the cave. It was dark and Damp. Water dripped from the ceiling every second, insects crawled littered the floors and ceilings. And yet, that faint whistle still could be heard. As the Expedition kept moving, they whistle got louder, and suddenly, one of the hikers whistled back. Everybody looked at him, and then, whatever was whistling, whistled louder. The sound slowly got closer and closer. Till they saw it. It looked far in the tunnels, too far for flashlights to get a good look. it was the shape and size of a person. Its movement was sluggish, shaky and unstable. its form looked solid from a distance, but wasn't. It only watched them, and didn't charge. it simply whistled back, and retreated.
I could NOT make this look good srry lol. This was lowkey rushed because I needed to post smth. I am sure yall can understand. Music: La Cathédrale Engloutie
