The horrible conclusion which had been gradually intruding itself upon my confused and  reluctant mind was now an awful certainty. I was lost, completely, hopelessly lost in  the vast and labyrinthine recess of the Mammoth Cave. Turn as I might, in no direction  could my straining vision seize on any object capable of serving as a guidepost to set  me on the outward path. That nevermore should I behold the blessed light of day, or  scan the pleasant bills and dales of the beautiful world outside, my reason could no  longer entertain the slightest unbelief. Hope had departed. Yet, indoctrinated as I  was by a life of philosophical study, I derived no small measure of satisfaction from  my unimpassioned demeanour; for although I had frequently read of the wild frenzies  into which were thrown the victims of similar situations, I experienced none of these,  but stood quiet as soon as I clearly realised the loss of my bearings.

Nor did the thought that I had probably wandered beyond the utmost limits of an  ordinary search cause me to abandon my composure even for a moment. If I must die, I  reflected, then was this terrible yet majestic cavern as welcome a sepulchre as that  which any churchyard might afford, a conception which carried with it more of  tranquillity than of despair.

Starving would prove my ultimate fate; of this I was certain. Some, I knew, had gone  mad under circumstances such as these, but I felt that this end would not be mine. My  disaster was the result of no fault save my own, since unknown to the guide I had  separated myself from the regular party of sightseers; and, wandering for over an hour  in forbidden avenues of the cave, had found myself unable to retrace the devious  windings which I had pursued since forsaking my companions.

Already my torch had begun to expire; soon I would be enveloped by the total and  almost palpable blackness of the bowels of the earth. As I stood in the waning,  unsteady light, I idly wondered over the exact circumstances of my coming end. I  remembered the accounts which I had heard of the colony of consumptives, who, taking  their residence in this gigantic grotto to find health from the apparently salubrious  air of the underground world, with its steady, uniform temperature, pure air, and  peaceful quiet, had found, instead, death in strange and ghastly form. I had seen the  sad remains of their ill-made cottages as I passed them by with the party, and had  wondered what unnatural influence a long sojourn in this immense and silent cavern  would exert upon one as healthy and vigorous as I. Now, I grimly told myself, my  opportunity for settling this point had arrived, provided that want of food should not  bring me too speedy a departure from this life.

As the last fitful rays of my torch faded into obscurity, I resolved to leave no stone  unturned, no possible means of escape neglected; so, summoning all the powers  possessed by my lungs, I set up a series of loud shoutings, in the vain hope of  attracting the attention of the guide by my clamour. Yet, as I called, I believed in  my heart that my cries were to no purpose, and that my voice, magnified and reflected  by the numberless ramparts of the black maze about me, fell upon no ears save my own.

All at once, however, my attention was fixed with a start as I fancied that I heard  the sound of soft approaching steps on the rocky floor of the cavern.

Was my deliverance about to be accomplished so soon? Had, then, all my horrible  apprehensions been for naught, and was the guide, having marked my unwarranted absence  from the party, following my course and seeking me out in this limestone labyrinth?  Whilst these joyful queries arose in my brain, I was on the point of renewing my  cries, in order that my discovery might come the sooner, when in an instant my delight  was turned to horror as I listened; for my ever acute ear, now sharpened in even  greater degree by the complete silence of the cave, bore to my benumbed understanding  the unexpected and dreadful knowledge that these footfalls were not like those of any  mortal man. In the unearthly stillness of this subterranean region, the tread of the  booted guide would have sounded like a series of sharp and incisive blows. These  impacts were soft, and stealthy, as of the paws of some feline. Besides, when I  listened carefully, I seemed to trace the falls of four instead of two feet.

I was now convinced that I had by my own cries aroused and attracted some wild beast,  perhaps a mountain lion which had accidentally strayed within the cave. Perhaps, I  considered, the Almighty had chosen for me a swifter and more merciful death than that  of hunger; yet the instinct of self-preservation, never wholly dormant, was stirred in  my breast, and though escape from the on-coming peril might but spare me for a sterner  and more lingering end, I determined nevertheless to part with my life at as high a  price as I could command. Strange as it may seem, my mind conceived of no intent on  the part of the visitor save that of hostility. Accordingly, I became very quiet, in  the hope that the unknown beast would, in the absence of a guiding sound, lose its  direction as had I, and thus pass me by. But this hope was not destined for  realisation, for the strange footfalls steadily advanced, the animal evidently having  obtained my scent, which in an atmosphere so absolutely free from all distracting  influences as is that of the cave, could doubtless be followed at great distance.

Seeing therefore that I must be armed for defense against an uncanny and unseen attack  in the dark, I groped about me the largest of the fragments of rock which were strewn  upon all parts of the floor of the cavern in the vicinity, and grasping one in each  hand for immediate use, awaited with resignation the inevitable result. Meanwhile the  hideous pattering of the paws drew near. Certainly, the conduct of the creature was  exceedingly strange. Most of the time, the tread seemed to be that of a quadruped,  walking with a singular lack of unison betwixt hind and fore feet, yet at brief and  infrequent intervals I fancied that but two feet were engaged in the process of  locomotion. I wondered what species of animal was to confront me; it must, I thought,  be some unfortunate beast who had paid for its curiosity to investigate one of the  entrances of the fearful grotto with a life-long confinement in its interminable  recesses. It doubtless obtained as food the eyeless fish, bats and rats of the cave,  as well as some of the ordinary fish that are wafted in at every freshet of Green  River, which communicates in some occult manner with the waters of the cave. I  occupied my terrible vigil with grotesque conjectures of what alteration cave life  might have wrought in the physical structure of the beast, remembering the awful  appearances ascribed by local tradition to the consumptives who had died after long  residence in the cave. Then I remembered with a start that, even should I succeed in  felling my antagonist, I should never behold its form, as my torch had long since been  extinct, and I was entirely unprovided with matches. The tension on my brain now  became frightful. My disordered fancy conjured up hideous and fearsome shapes from the  sinister darkness that surrounded me, and that actually seemed to press upon my body.  Nearer, nearer, the dreadful footfalls approached. It seemed that I must give vent to  a piercing scream, yet had I been sufficiently irresolute to attempt such a thing, my  voice could scarce have responded. I was petrified, rooted to the spot. I doubted if  my right arm would allow me to hurl its missile at the oncoming thing when the crucial  moment should arrive. Now the steady pat, pat, of the steps was close at hand; now  very close. I could hear the laboured breathing of the animal, and terror-struck as I  was, I realised that it must have come from a considerable distance, and was  correspondingly fatigued. Suddenly the spell broke. My right hand, guided by my ever  trustworthy sense of hearing, threw with full force the sharp-angled bit of limestone  which it contained, toward that point in the darkness from which emanated the  breathing and pattering, and, wonderful to relate, it nearly reached its goal, for I  heard the thing jump, landing at a distance away, where it seemed to pause.

Having readjusted my aim, I discharged my second missile, this time most effectively,  for with a flood of joy I listened as the creature fell in what sounded like a  complete collapse and evidently remained prone and unmoving. Almost overpowered by the  great relief which rushed over me, I reeled back against the wall. The breathing  continued, in heavy, gasping inhalations and expirations, whence I realised that I had  no more than wounded the creature. And now all desire to examine the thing ceased. At  last something allied to groundless, superstitious fear had entered my brain, and I  did not approach the body, nor did I continue to cast stones at it in order to  complete the extinction of its life. Instead, I ran at full speed in what was, as  nearly as I could estimate in my frenzied condition, the direction from which I had  come. Suddenly I heard a sound or rather, a regular succession of sounds. In another  Instant they had resolved themselves into a series of sharp, metallic clicks. This  time there was no doubt. It was the guide. And then I shouted, yelled, screamed, even  shrieked with joy as I beheld in the vaulted arches above the faint and glimmering  effulgence which I knew to be the reflected light of an approaching torch. I ran to  meet the flare, and before I could completely understand what had occurred, was lying  upon the ground at the feet of the guide, embracing his boots and gibbering. despite  my boasted reserve, in a most meaningless and idiotic manner, pouring out my terrible  story, and at the same time overwhelming my auditor with protestations of gratitude.  At length, I awoke to something like my normal consciousness. The guide had noted my  absence upon the arrival of the party at the entrance of the cave, and had, from his  own intuitive sense of direction, proceeded to make a thorough canvass of by-passages  just ahead of where he had last spoken to me, locating my whereabouts after a quest of  about four hours.

By the time he had related this to me, I, emboldened by his torch and his company,  began to reflect upon the strange beast which I had wounded but a short distance back  in the darkness, and suggested that we ascertain, by the flashlight's aid, what manner  of creature was my victim. Accordingly I retraced my steps, this time with a courage  born of companionship, to the scene of my terrible experience. Soon we descried a  white object upon the floor, an object whiter even than the gleaming limestone itself.  Cautiously advancing, we gave vent to a simultaneous ejaculation of wonderment, for of  all the unnatural monsters either of us had in our lifetimes beheld, this was in  surpassing degree the strangest. It appeared to be an anthropoid ape of large  proportions, escaped, perhaps, from some itinerant menagerie. Its hair was snow-white,  a thing due no doubt to the bleaching action of a long existence within the inky  confines of the cave, but it was also surprisingly thin, being indeed largely absent  save on the head, where it was of such length and abundance that it fell over the  shoulders in considerable profusion. The face was turned away from us, as the creature  lay almost directly upon it. The inclination of the limbs was very singular,  explaining, however, the alternation in their use which I bad before noted, whereby  the beast used sometimes all four, and on other occasions but two for its progress.  From the tips of the fingers or toes, long rat-like claws extended. The hands or feet  were not prehensile, a fact that I ascribed to that long residence in the cave which,  as I before mentioned, seemed evident from the all-pervading and almost unearthly  whiteness so characteristic of the whole anatomy. No tail seemed to be present.

The respiration had now grown very feeble, and the guide had drawn his pistol with the  evident intent of despatching the creature, when a sudden sound emitted by the latter  caused the weapon to fall unused. The sound was of a nature difficult to describe. It  was not like the normal note of any known species of simian, and I wonder if this  unnatural quality were not the result of a long continued and complete silence, broken  by the sensations produced by the advent of the light, a thing which the beast could  not have seen since its first entrance into the cave. The sound, which I might feebly  attempt to classify as a kind of deep-tone chattering, was faintly continued.

All at once a fleeting spasm of energy seemed to pass through the frame of the beast.  The paws went through a convulsive motion, and the limbs contracted. With a jerk, the  white body rolled over so that its face was turned in our direction. For a moment I  was so struck with horror at the eyes thus revealed that I noted nothing else. They  were black, those eyes, deep jetty black, in hideous contrast to the snow-white hair  and flesh. Like those of other cave denizens, they were deeply sunken in their orbits,  and were entirely destitute of iris. As I looked more closely, I saw that they were  set in a face less prognathous than that of the average ape, and infinitely less  hairy. The nose was quite distinct. As we gazed upon the uncanny sight presented to  our vision, the thick lips opened, and several sounds issued from them, after which  the thing relaxed in death.

The guide clutched my coat sleeve and trembled so violently that the light shook  fitfully, casting weird moving shadows on the walls.

I made no motion, but stood rigidly still, my horrified eyes fixed upon the floor  ahead.

The fear left, and wonder, awe, compassion, and reverence succeeded in its place, for  the sounds uttered by the stricken figure that lay stretched out on the limestone had  told us the awesome truth. The creature I had killed, the strange beast of the  unfathomed cave, was, or had at one time been a MAN!!!
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The Beast in the Cave

                H. P. Lovecraft
Howard Phillips Lovecraft (August 20, 1890 March 15, 1937) is now commonly regarded as one of the most influential horror writers of the 20th century.  Stephen King has called Lovecraft "the Twentieth Century's greatest practitioner of the classic horror tale."  Lovecraft's major inspiration and invention was cosmic horror: the idea that life is incomprehensible to human minds and that the universe is fundamentally alien. Those who genuinely reason, like his protagonists, gamble with sanity. His works were deeply pessimistic and cynical, challenging the values of Enlightenment, Romanticism, and Christian humanism (excerpted from Wikipedia).