(via Creepy Places)
Down The Rabbit's Hole
by Donna L Martin
Derek stumbled onto the path, hidden just beyond the trees, and paused to catch his breath. The baying of the hounds could be heard in the distance. He didn't know who set off the alarm, alerting the others he had escaped, but he knew it was only a matter a time before the dogs were on his trail. There would be hell to pay if he got caught...that is, if they even let him live.
In front of him the path led deeper into the forest. Derek couldn't make out where the path went because of the dense fog but he knew anywhere was better than just standing there waiting to be torn to pieces when the dog finally got to him. Leaves swirled in the crisp Autumn air as he raced down the path and away from the sound of the hounds. There wasn't enough moonlight to prevent him from tripping over a large root and Derek tried in vain to keep from falling down the large crevice which seemed to suddenly appear out of nowhere.
Landing on his back with a thud, Derek struggled to his feet as he looked around the underground cave he found himself in. Tangled roots dangled above his head and he could just make out some moss covered boulders off to one side. The more he stared at them, the more he realized those rocks almost looked like a throne. There was dead silence in the cave. Just where was he? Derek might be safe from the hounds for now but he had fallen down the rabbit's hole and he wanted to find his way out before the owner of that mysterious throne returned...
***Okay, it's your turn! Where is Derek? Why are the hounds after him and who does that stone throne belong to? Put your creative cap on and add a sentence or add a paragraph. Continue my story or start one of your own. Join the fun and see where this picture prompt takes us!***