I don't know what I did but I'm stuck down here in this hole with no way out. Nothing to do but wait for someone to rescue me. I woke up a few hours ago in a dark hole in the ground. I couldn't see anything not even my hand in front of my face. At first, I thought I was blind since I couldn't see anything. I was scared. I'm man enough to admit it. You'd be scared too if you were in my shoes. Make that my position, I wasn't wearing any shoes. I wasn't wearing much of anything in fact. Only what I guess you could call a loincloth. There was some sort of fabric covering my genitals, but that's all I had on me.

I laid there frozen unsure if I should even try to move. I didn't know what else could be in there with me. As my heart pumped faster and faster adrenaline coursing through my veins, I tried to calm myself. It wouldn't do me any good to lash out. I managed to finally calm down enough to think somewhat rationally. I reach out my hand feeling for something, anything to ascertain where I was. There was nothing but a black void. I reached up for a ceiling and did not find one so I maneuver to a sitting position. It's cold. Really cold. If there were some light, I bet I could see my breath. I reach out again. This time I find something soft and realized it was a blanket. I pulled it gently toward me in case it was attached to something. It smelled clean and fresh, still faintly warm from a dryer. I wrapped up in it and it helped with the chill a little bit. I stretched behind me and felt a solid wall. It seemed to be made of dirt. I carefully scooted backward so I could lean against it, still not coming in contact with anything else. It was then that I noticed the blackness didn't seem so stifling.

Was my mind playing tricks on me already? I'd only just discovered my predicament, I couldn't be hallucinating yet, could I? I closed my eyes again. Trying to calm the fear inside me. When I opened my eyes there was a definite change in the air. I could see, well perceive that the darkness was waning. How when the dawn arrives very slowly, so slow you don't notice it until the sun is practically up. Soon I was able to make out the fact that I was in a cave. A hole really, maybe an old well? There was an opening that allowed in the light. I stayed where I was until the picture became clear and I could see into the far recesses of where I was. I had to know if there was anything else in there with me. There was nothing alive anyway. Hundreds, maybe thousands of skeletons were bundled up in the far corner opposite me. A large space of fresh dirt had been laid out; I suspect for me so I wouldn't be lying on bones. I dug into the earth next to me and found I was right. I was lying on a bunch of skeletal corpses.

It was a little gross, but nothing I couldn't handle. Then I made my way slowly toward the opening and peered up into a dawning sky. It looked as if the day would be beautiful, the faintest of blues beginning to bleed into the part of the sky I could see. I take an assessment of my prison, wondering if I could scale the hole. It was made of crumbling rocks and too large across for me to scale up it on my own. Maybe some of the bones could help. I'd check them out later. "HELLO!" I scream into the sky. "CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME? IS ANYONE UP THERE?" I listen for a response. There's the familiar sound of crunching gravel as if someone is walking around the hole, but no one answers. So that was how it was going to be then. I was out to save myself.

I retreated into the cave to rummage through the bones looking for some long and strong enough to help me climb. There were none. Whatever had left these bits here made sure they were unusable for anything other than intimidation. And it sure was working. I could see no way out of my predicament. With a sigh of resolution, I go back to the spot I'd woken up in. I'd sleep on the issue. It was always good advice my parents gave me and since I couldn't do anything else, I figured I'd give it a try. It usually helped me in the past.

I awoke, I don't know how much later to the sound of a clattering in the hole. Something was hitting the rocks sending tiny showers of dust and stone down to my prison. Someone was lowering something. I rushed over to the light. "HEY! Who are you? Why am I down here?" I shouted up at the figure. The sun was overhead so I couldn't make out any features of my captor. Only a dark figure wearing a broad hat and gloves. They continued to lower the bucket to me and I waited until it settled on the ground before touching it. I had no idea what they were up to and I wasn't getting hurt if I could help it. Inside the bucket was a bottle of water, some twinkies and a note "Welcome, Anthony. I hope you enjoy yourself. You're going to be here for a long time. If you're very good, I might bring you some playmates. Only time will tell if you deserve them." The figure starts to raise the bucket and I grab for the water and twinkies. It's not much, but it's something. I made a vow then I would find my way out.