When I was a child, I lived in a village with a cowshed that was infested with thousands of starlings. I was too scared to go inside, and even more scared to go down a mysterious hole in the cowshed. But this time, I convinced my older cousin and his friend to take me with them on an adventure. They were always up for a challenge, and I was always eager to follow.
As we approached the hole, the wind was strong, and the candles we lit kept getting extinguished. But the darkness inside the hole was even more intimidating. My cousin and his friend tried to reassure me, but I was too scared to move. One of them had to drag me into the hole, and we had to crawl on our hands and knees to move forward.
The air inside the hole was stale, and the only sound was the echo of our footsteps. We lit more candles to try to see our surroundings, but the light only illuminated a small area. I was terrified, and my heart was racing. I was worried that we would get lost or stuck in the hole.
As we moved deeper into the hole, we started to notice some small rocks and pebbles embedded in the walls. We had to crawl over them carefully to avoid getting hurt. My cousin and his friend were experts at navigating the dark, and I tried to follow their lead.
Suddenly, my cousin shouted,