Video - Harold's Descent: A Tale of Terror in the Bat Cave

Harold's lantern flickered as he stumbled into the cavernous maw, jagged stalactites like fangs above. "Keep moving," he whispered to himself, but the echo mocked him. Suddenly, a rustle—countless leathery wings. Harold froze, his breath frosting in the damp air. Shadows coalesced into a dark storm; vampire bats with eyes like ember coals. He turned to flee but slipped, crashing onto the cold stone. The swarm descended, needle-teeth sinking into his flesh, draining life with every puncture. His screams dissolved into the cacophony of flapping wings. The cave fell silent once more, save for the dripping of blood.