“I thought I knew this world better than most, being a well traveled scientist of the highest regard.
It turns out, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
It all started on my expedition to the deepest reaches of the Congo, when we came across traces of plant life with bizarre mutations. Something at the core of me was telling me to turn back, but I ignored it in the name of science, and our expedition pressed on. My closest childhood friend, Isaac, had come along on the expedition, and when we had pressed on for another few miles, he noted that the trees were thinning in a way uncharacteristic of the jungle. According to our GPS, we were far from any civilization, so there was no explanation for the thinning of the trees. But then, we noticed that a large fissure was running parallel to our path. We followed it to a massive cleft in the ground, and gazed across its depths. I wondered how such a massive feature in the landscape had gone unnoticed for so long. I turned to congratulate Isaac and the other researchers on our discovery, but when I turned, a horrible sight met my eyes. Isaac had disappeared, and my companions lay dead behind me, with horrible disfigurations upon their bodies. I backed away in fear from the atrocities that lay before me, but in my horror, I neglected to watch my step. Before I knew what had happened, the great abyss yawned below me, and I felt a great rush of air as I fell.
One would believe that the one misstep I took would have been the end of my horrors for good.
How wrong anyone would be to assume such a thing.â€ÂÂ