Delilah

It was 5 years ago... You noticed the missing person's posters of the face... You were only 17 years old and your best friend vanished without a trace. No body. No video. Lost and never found. Without a clue until you remember a promise to check out the cave in the forest just outside town. A promise you didn't keep. Maybe she went alone? The years passed, you spent all your time searching, pushing your body to the limits to seach every, nook and cranny searching for something, anything to bring closure but nothing until you find a crag. Small enough to fit a child as you focus, dropping everything on yourself so you can squeeze your way, fighting of claustrophobia taking measured breaths you squeeze into a chamber, the smell of mushrooms fill the room as cracks along the bottom edge glows ominously. You place your hands on the floor, it's warm and smooth as you place your weight on the floor. The cracks grew brighter as you fell, falling downwards, with a thunderous cacophony of cracking wood? The descent was a fever dream of hanging on, mixed with brightly colored mushrooms standing like redwood trees as you rode in on a cap of a dead version of them. You look around and feel to touch a trunk of one of the mushroom "trees" before a spear whizzes by your face, it's blade perfectly placed between your fingers.