Did some exploring last night. We ventured back several hundred yards into the cave until the floor dropped away into a vertical shaft. Despite my curiosity, I was glad we couldn’t go any farther. All I kept thinking about was that face in the cave mouth and where it might have come from. And it was a face. I’m sure of that. No matter how Armbranch mumbled about shadows, I know what I saw. It had features. It had a mouth, a nose, and a chin.
And those big, wide eyes. They looked like the eyes of a nocturnal creature. I guess, deep down, Armbranch was thinking the same thing because he insisted we sleep in shifts again and keep the fire high and bright. I didn’t argue. That shaft was deep. We didn’t need to drop a rock down there to know it. We just sensed it. And its walls were so rough and craggy it looked easy enough for anything to climb up out of it.
We passed a quiet night, though. I managed to sleep a little and when I awoke I felt fresh and relaxed. Despite the gloom, there was no sense of menace in the cave. No. Sheltering here felt something similar to sleeping in the birds’ nests. Something did use this place. But whatever it was, it didn’t need this space just now.
O’Heir made an odd suggestion to me this morning. At least it sounded odd when he first mentioned it. Now I’ve had time to think about it, it doesn’t sound odd at all. He wants to bring a medium in on this. He knows a woman who helped him a few times before that could be useful in tracing whatever emerged from the tunnel. If I agree to it, of course. I don’t know what to think. I trust him implicitly. But a medium? I’ll have to think about that.
Time to push on now.