Skulls

It's dark and damp. Caged lights float up above as you walk the length of the cavern. Skulls and bones are everywhere; molded in the walls like archaic wallpaper and dotting the floor like DIY accents.

Among them were fresh cigarette butts and bottles of gin and absinthe. The sound of life was just moments away as you walk through patch devoid of light and heat and into a huge cavern, alight with colored lights and masses of people. A loud and undecipherable electronic beat sounds, echoing off the walls. It consists of a pounding coupled with calls and yells of rhythmical proportions. It's haunting. People move in macabre like symbolism and with robotic souls. You cannot see anyone's face, for the space is too dark. Maybe they don't even have faces. They seem like shadows, moving in a death veil; their physical forms just outside. 

You exit the cavern and are now in a tunnel totally engulfed with skulls and bones. They all fit together perfectly- as if some celestial artist had painted them on. Some are bleach white while others are yellowed and falling apart. Most are regularly horrific while others have some noticeable deformities and oddities.

The tunnel is tight now; so much that you have to grip the walls and grasp the bones with the pads of your fingers. They feel cold and wet, yet electrified. Almost alive. 

But that could just be the music radiating the walls.

Either way it makes you uneasy and pick up pace.

The tunnel grows again and you find yourself face to face with a group of caliginous, human skeletons. A man and a woman are off to the right, clinically pale and hung around each other. The woman wears dark lipstick and eye shadow and has a short choppy bob, dyed black and maroon. The man has platinum hair and a ripped jacket on.

Towards the left you see a woman, gaunt with copper sand colored skin. Her head scarf is grey and is drawn over most of her face. She lays, drawing circles and crosses in the dirt. 

The last man is on the left. His skin is the color of ebony and his eyes are a disconcertingly bright blue-grey. He wears a plain white t-shirt and jeans and refuses to break eye contact with you as you pass. His eyes are challenging; yet concerned. The way a child challenges you to go farther, but with slight hesitation as to the consequences for you and for them. 

You continue on down. Your pace is quick and your footfalls echo throughout. You must be severely underground now, for you can see your breath in soft puffs in front of you. 

Suddenly, all around you, are screams. Piercingly violent screams coming from both sides and most predominantly, behind you.

You run now, trying to regain the silence.

After a certain point, your feet stop making noise and your breath ceases to materialize. You slow up and have now hit a dead end. You are in a round cave. Skulls and bones are all around you. These ones look to be several hundreds, maybe thousands, of years old. You go to the back wall and start to loosen the skulls. The screaming has ceased but there's an ominous presence creeping up on the back of your neck. You start to rip out the bones.

They come cascading down in fragments and dust; each making a sound equivalent of a porcelain vase falling on a marble fall in a threadbare palace. You reach dirt now and attempt to claw through that. The dirt and worms fill your fingernails and color the floor but you continue digging as the vague peril gets closer. 

The dirt is warm now and it clumps together and you rip it from the side of the wall. The singular light at the top of the cave flicks, and then goes out, leaving you in a nebulous like darkness. 

You continue digging.

The cold is biting now and you can only vaguely see the outline of your encompassed arm. Finally you can feel the threat right upon you. You retract your arm slowly.

It doesn't feel like your arm. Lighter, more translucent and bony.

No matter; you turn around anyway.