“I’d like you all in pairs please! That’s right, in pairs. C’mon now, quickly. Stick together and follow me. If you get lost, you’ll never find your way out again, and it could take us months to find you.”
Why did the teachers pick caves of all places to go on a school trip? What about the claustrophic and the scared of the dark?
Mally grabs my arm. “Us, yeah?” she whispers.
I nod, lips pressed tightly together. “Yes.”
We follow the guide in our pairs, our journey taking us past a small table filled with torches. Everyone is instructed to take one torch and enter the caves. We enter a narrow stone corridor which leads off into a cavern with 2 bunk beds, an armchair and some plastic mannequins.
“Chislehurst Caves were partially man-made, dating right back to the Celts and the Picts. In the Second World War, they were used as shelters from air-raids. You could pay a fee…”
The nightmare begins.
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