Facing his fears, he stepped into the cave, looking first to the rock floor. The wetness before him appeared to be water pooled from a damp cave. He gasped in horror. Blood.
"So much blood, there's so much blood." The words caught in his throat and echoed throughout the cave.
After a few moments, in the obscured horror, his eyes adjusted to the dim light. Out of the corner of his eye something alarmed him. He didn't want to look, but he had to...He took a deep breath, and turned to face his monster.
Out of the dread of the darkness, against the cave wall, the source of the blood was revealed. A man hung. Only the lower part the man's bare legs were visible; the rest engulfed in shadows. Blood was flowing down his legs and dripping from his feet, forming the pool beneath him.
Mike screamed and jumped back, losing his footing and falling into the blood.
The "Nights in White Satin" ring tone of Mike's cell phone startled him awake. He frantically looked around through the darkness, frightened and disorientated at first. Where was he? Was he still in the cave? He wondered. Then the familiar glow of his clock on the nightstand gave comfort.