Was that thing even a rat? I don't think so. I've never seen a rat that big. Or with that many eyes. But who knows down here. Down here, I'm not even sure what day it is. How long have I even been down here? A day? Weeks? Does my family miss me? Do they even know where I am? Do they care? Probably not, or someone would have stopped me from coming down here. But no, I was told to come down here. I don't even remember the reason anymore. I wish I had refused.
I'm lost. This place is a maze and it all looks the same. It's damp, disgusting and so dark. Even with this light I can barely see two feet in front of me. Maybe it's dying. I hope not, I definitely don't want to be down here in pitch black. I need to find a way out, but I don't even know the way I came from. Not that it matters. I can hear things behind me. Big things. Bigger than the rat. If that even was a rat. Whatevers back there, I don't want to see it. I barely got away from the rat thing. I doubt I get that lucky again.
I have to keep moving, I have to get out of here. But I'm so tired. I just want to sit down, but I can't. I can hear whatevers behind me getting closer any time I slow down. I can't even hide. There's no place to hide. Even if there was, I'm sure the creatures down here could find me. They live in the dark, they don't need light to see.

I'm cold and I'm hungry and I'm so tired, I just want to get out of here and see my family again. But I'm hopelessly lost. I think I'm going deeper into this labyrinth rather than coming out of it. I think I passed a skeleton, or what looked like one. I didn't look closely. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. I'm still being followed, I can hear them louder behind me now. It's horrifying, the sounds. I'm never getting out of here am I? No, I have to get out of here. I just have to keep going.

I saw another rat. I don't think it saw me. It was facing away from me. It was huge. It was much bigger than the first. Rats definitely aren't supposed to be that big. Are they? I can't even be sure. I can barely think straight, I can still hear whatevers behind me. It's the only sound down here, besides my own footsteps and breathing.

I can hear it. It's louder now. The thing behind me. It's one thing. I know that now. It almost sounds like it's speaking. But I can't make out the words. I don't think I want to. I have to keep moving, there has to be a way out. I have to get out of here. But I'm still tired. I don't think I can keep running for much longer.

I've seen more rats, and they've definitely seen me. With their horrible eyes. They have too many eyes. Nothing should have that many eyes. They've left me alone though. They just stared. They almost sounded like they were… whispering. But I didn't stop. I didn't want to find out. I have to keep going. I can still hear that thing. It's even louder, but I still can't make out the words it's saying. I don't want to. I just want to see my family. Leave this place. This can't be real. It has to be a nightmare. I just wish I'd wake up.

They're telling me things. The rats. There's been more of them. All talking. All telling me things. Horrible things. Things I don't want to hear. Things I don't understand. Telling me I should stop. Telling me I should give up. Maybe they're right. Maybe there is no way out. But I can't stop. Whatever that thing is, it's still behind me. Still talking. I can't understand it. I don't want to understand it. I wish I didn't understand the rats. I want them to stop. I don't want to hear them anymore. But there's too many to fight. They're everywhere. All talking. All whispering. All staring with their too many eyes. All staring right at me. Unblinking. I have to keep going.

I can understand it now. That thing. It's been telling me things. Horrible things, like the rats. But worse than the rats. Things I shouldn't know. Things I don't want to know. The reason I'm down here. The real reason, not the one I can't remember. I can hear it, it's horrible. It's in my head, it's everywhere. There's no way out. I can't get out. I'm trapped. Maybe I should just stop. I'm so tired. Maybe everything will be ok. If I just stop. It says it won't hurt me. It says it just wants to tell me things. Maybe that's true. Maybe I can believe it. Stay here. With it and the rats. I still haven't seen it. But I see the rats. Hundreds of them. They have stopped telling me things. Stopped staring. But they're around. I just need to rest for awhile.

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Idk what this was but here you go. Enjoy. I tried my hand at writing something. Lets never ever do it again. Also fun fact, this idea literally came from a line in a slasher movie about someone complaining they weren't told rats would be in a mine. Then I wrote this.
Criticism is appreciated, since I can't write worth shit.