I lit another one and retreated to the narrow tunnel.

The light was blewn out by a puff of wind and...
They are coming after me.

In the moment when their sticky hands came feeling over me, I lit my second match.

The two last matches were sufficient until I reached the shaft.
I must be out of here!

When I clambered up they grabbed my feet.

Kicking violently I struggled upwards.

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Sandra Petojevic, Master of Arts, November 14, 2006
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