Fourteen
Isla
The first sign that something has changed is a new smell in the air. Something old, dusty, dry. It's not something I've come across in the cave before, and I know every bloody square inch of this place. I could pinpoint every single pebble. I've given them names. Okay, I've not ventured that far into madness, but I've been close. I've started talking to my own echo. On the plus side, as long as I still know that that's crazy, I should be fine.
That strange smell intensifies and I get to my feet, looking in the direction of where it's coming from. Not that I can see anything. It's just as dark as it always is.
"Hello?" I call out, fighting against the hope slowly flickering to life within me. I don't want to be disappointed. This isn't the first time I've thought I'd heard
