[ CW ] In five sentences , tell a horror story .

My flashlight flickers, threatening to plunge us into pitch blackness, but I shake it once more back to life and share a hard look with my sister. 
 
 Exploring the caves at night had seemed like such daring idea after hearing the local lore, but we've gotten ourselves a bit lost and now the labyrinthine tunnels make it impossible to tell which direction to go. 
 
 `` What happens when the flashlight dies,'' Carla says, the fear in her voice bouncing off the walls around us, `` and we ca n't even see each other?'' 
 
 `` Do n't worry,'' I say, although I know my bravery is hollow as my flashlight sputters again, `` just stay close to me, and if we get separated, stay put and sing a song, and I'll come find you.'' 
 
 Somewhere out of the darkness, my fading echo is replaced by another voice, full of gravel and barely human: `` Not if I find you first...''
