The Devil's Abyss

On the morning of March 4th, 1818, two men leading mules burdened with over five hundred pounds of rope entered a Tennessee cave. Only one man would leave that dark place....... screaming of death, demons and the Devil's Abyss.

When I bought a Tennessee farm house a few years ago I never counted on finding a tin box stuffed with a moldering old manuscript and detailed maps. Almost two hundred years old, it detailed a bizarre series of events that led to the death of one man and the ruin of another, a man by the name of Aaron Higgenbotham.

I'm not afraid to die and I don't believe in demons, but even if I was a coward and as superstitious as my Grandmother I would poke my nose into this mystery.. So I used Higgenbotham's maps and in less than a day I found his cave. The cavern was spectacular and the Devil's Abyss stopped my heart. It may not be bottomless, it's damn close. I climbed down into this terrifying shaft and saw with my own eyes that all Higgenbotham had written was true..... but not the whole truth. Beyond the bones I discovered something worse than any nightmare he might have had, indeed something more terrible than any demons from imaginary hell.