Daphne gasped as she rounded a corner. There ahead of her was an audience of candles populating the etched stone floor of the cave. The silent flickering flames had the uncanny ability to feel welcoming and unsettling at the same time. Their hypnotic light provided immediate reassurance as they pushed back against the darkness. But their light provided evidence that the redhead was not alone down here. Maybe Dawn lit the candles?
She opened her mouth to call out Dawn's name once again, the flickering candles giving her hope that maybe she was close to the missing reporter. But the words caught in her throat as a cold feeling sent her milky white skin crawling beneath her short purple dress and the wispy thin pink pantyhose that painted her long slender legs. She had the strangest sense that someone... or something was behind her... Twisting around, she peered back over her shoulder, all while doing her best to carefully step among the uneven runes carved on the stone floor. I am definitely going to need a new pair of stockings after tonight! She thought to herself ruefully.
"H-h-he-hello?" Daphne's voice was tight, too high, shrill. The stuttering tasted like nervousness.