He vanished shortly after and nobody knew why.
Nobody could find him.On the seventh anniversary of his presumed death you decided to retrace
his steps, to relive his last moments as it were.
Following the geotag of photo he posted online you traced his last
known location to a cave by the sea.
Kind of cliché, how very like him.
After asking a few locals you found the cave.
Now to wait for low tide.
So far into the cave, so good.
The floor is stable, the tide is around your knees and on its wait further out.
You should have a good hour or so to figure out what happened to him.
You hope it is enough time.
The cave is longer than you expected.
The cave is very long and through your torch-beam you see stairs leading up.
Deciding they were above the sea level you thought you
could safely risk going further.
There were more stairs than you thought possible given
the height of the cliff.
After a good fifteen minutes of climbing you reached the end.
This happened to be an abrupt wall.
Looking up there was a trapdoor on the ceiling with a rope
dangling down enough for you to grab.
It took you a while to chamber up, you hadn't climbed
since sports day in your childhood school.
Eventually you managed to reach the top.
Catching your breath you look around the large room.
You see a strange looking stalagmite, it almost looks like
a worn down statue only more lumpy and covered in small
mushrooms.
A table in the corner catches your eye as your torches
light hits some kind of journal.
It is full of what looks to be a study on the mushrooms.
It seems the spores have an unusual property.
They are near microscopic and easily ingested.
The unique thing about this unnamed species is that
they calcify their hosts organic tissues.
You notice your fingers feel stiff.
You torso feels constricted and heavy.
You smell damp earth.
You realise your missing friend has been here all along.
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