We stepped toward the eyes. Our weapons were long gone, but we shouted in a vain hope of scaring the beast. It didn't even blink.

It was hopeless. My uncle, being the oldest and weakest, was the first to go. We heard a sickening impact, and the crunching of bones. Hans put up a fight, but he was no match either.

At that point we heard a rumbling and the water behind us began to quickly rise. It poured into the cave and both the beast and myself ran for higher ground. We found a dead end up a steep slope. The trapped air prevented the water entering, but now I was trapped here with the beast. Having just feasted on two bodies it is in no hurry. It watches me as I write this, my last diary entry. This is finally


Or is it?