Unknown Caverns

It was a cold November night. The wind was blowing with all its fury. The snow was falling so hard you could not see the trees that were standing just outside the door. The fire was burning bright and warm inside the cabin. The only sound that you could hear was the wind that drove the snow hard against the cabin door. The temperature outside was a cold forty below zero and falling. It seemed like the whole world was going to freeze solid.

There was a roar of an airplane off in the distance, so I sat and listened to the sound that it made. All of a sudden the noise turned into the sound of a terrible explosion. It came from the top of the mountain range that lay a short distance from where the cabin stood. I looked out the window to see if there was anything to be seen from where I stood. All I could see was the light that showed the snow from the top of the mountains.

I could not hear any sounds of life from where the plane had crashed. I hurried to get ready to take the long hike to the top of the mountain to see if there was anything that I could do to help the people there. When I left it was two-thirty in the afternoon. By the time I had reached the plane it was three hours later. From where I stood I could not see anything moving anywhere. The trees were all burnt black from the heat of the fire that was created from the crash. The impact of the plane tore the face of the mountain away. As I looked around the crash site, all I could find was a few marks that looked like someone had dragged the bodies away from the place where the plane had crashed.

Then I noticed that where the plane had hit the mountain, it opened up a cave that no one had ever known was there. I followed the trail that was left by whatever or whomever had dragged the bodies away. As I walked up to the cave, I suddenly became aware of a feeling of uneasiness that seemed to grab you by the back of your neck and slowly move it's way down your spine. I still had to push on to see if anyone was still alive or if they had all died.

The closer I got to the cave the more I noticed that there were very strange sounds coming from the cave. Then I noticed that there was a light coming from the cave. It seemed quite strange to me because there had never been any knowledge of this cave until the plane had crashed. My mind was wandering, trying to figure out what it could be that was living here all this time without anyone knowing about it. The closer I got to the cave the colder it became.

I was fighting with myself to keep going or to turn back and just leave everything the way it was. My mind kept me going toward the cave even though I did not want to continue my trip up the mountain. As I reached the opening of the cave the most horrid smell I had ever smelled came from the opening in the face of the cave. It smelled like an animal that had died and was left out in the sun to rot. The smell was so bad that I could not breath. As I reached the opening of the cave, I could see a dim glow of light deep inside of the cave. Where was this light coming from? It was the glow of a small fire that burned at the end of a narrow passage that ran off to the left of the entrance of the cave.

I had to leave the cave because the smell had made it too hard to breathe. I went outside to get some fresh air, while I was standing there I heard the most blood curdling scream. It was so terrifying it sent chills up and down my spine. I realized that I would have to go for help if there was anything at all that could be done to save the people of this crash.

It would take at least two hours to get back to my cabin where I could use the radio to call for help. By the time I got to my cabin the wind had picked up and the snow was falling harder than it had been all day. The temperature had fallen another ten degrees. It took almost three hours before I could reach anyone over the radio for help. The rangers could not get there until the morning which would not be for another four hours. I started to gather a few medical supplies, a couple blankets, ropes, and assorted safety equipment for the climb back up the mountain.

It was seven o'clock when the rangers finally reached the cabin. After a few minutes we were ready to start the trip up the mountain again. The rangers arrived with snowcats, snowmobiles, and assorted rescue equipment to help bring down the survivors and the bodies of the people of the ill- fated plane.

It was an easy journey up the mountain with the equipment that the rangers had brought. The snow had almost covered the wrecked plane, all traces of the passengers and the plane had all been covered by the blowing snow. I took the rescue party up to where I had seen the opening in the mountain. I explained what I had seen and what I had heard the night before. I told them of the tracks in the snow that looked like someone had dragged the people out of the plane to the cave. I told them of the screams that I had heard then too. They started to dig out the plane that was now half buried in the snow. It was believed that the snow had built up on the wings of the plane and it forced the plane to crash into the side of the mountain. When they had dug the plane out enough to get inside to see if there was anyone left alive, they searched all through the entire plane. They could not find any trace of anyone or anything inside or out of the plane.

While everyone was going through the plane to see if they could find any trace or idea of where the people had gone to one of the rangers decided to go look into the cave for anything to do with the people. No one knew that he was gone. While we were searching the plane we all heard the screams of someone in terrible pain. We quickly checked to see if everyone was there. That was when we noticed that one person was missing and the screams were coming from the cave.

We divided up into two groups, one stayed at the plane, and the other went to the cave. One of the rangers had brought a rifle with him just incase there were wild animals anywhere around the crash site. I went with the group that went to the cave. When we reached the cave we broke up into two groups so there would be someone there to help in case we happened to get into any trouble or anyone got injured. After we had everything under control and everyone knew what they had to do, we went into the cave.

As we approached the cave, I could once again hear the strange sounds coming from inside the cave. The smell of dead or rotting animals was affecting everyone who was standing there with me. We lit our lanterns, torches, and checked our equipment. As we entered the cave, the light from the torches gave the walls of the cave an eerie glow. The air in the cave was almost unbreathable. We took out our handkerchiefs and put them over our nose and mouth so that the air was a little easier to breath.

There was no light in the cave now except from the lights we carried. As we entered the cave not only was there a passage to the left, there was one straight ahead and to the right of us. We split up into three groups so that we could check out each of the three passages at the same time. We decided to use one hour exploring the tunnels and to meet back at the entrance of the cave if nothing was found by anyone. We also carried walkie-talkies so we could keep in contact with each other.

As we entered the passage to the left the smell of decaying matter became even stronger. We also found that it was going to be rough going because the floor of the cave was covered with small rocks and was very slippery. Though we were not sure if it was water or just t