The thick fog clouds him as it joins with the gloom inside, each step is false, he fears falling off the cliff, but he must escape from the Thing that is chasing him.

He will never see the friend who invited him on the adventure again, the Thing mercilessly devoured him along with three other people while they performed the ritual to open the inter-dimensional portal to the supposed underworld. He flees from something he does not understand, before the disastrous event, skepticism, and the rational mind, those made him a sure man, he even made fun of superstitions and crazy ideas, so much so that he questioned himself for allowing himself to be convinced and participate, as an impartial observer, in such crazy activity.

The unintelligible noise burns his back, he thinks, how is it possible to mix both senses? and in the unheard-of and insane way of breaking the laws of the natural world. He remembered the legends of the indigenous people of the place, stories for children to explain the forces of nature, he never thought of the very real as to scare any man.

He heard his name just as he fell paralyzed and rolled down a ditch, the feeling of being in a void overwhelmed him in such a way that he burst into tears. He hit the ground and felt the crack of one of his bones as they fractured, the Thing is on top of him, watching him, the deep blackness of the place where the eyes are supposed to be, intimidating him, he waits with resignation to be devoured as well and closes his eyes while faints when feeling pain.

In daylight, the chief of the mountain tribe walks with two grandchildren near the place to indicate that they never go there, to the place where no one has ever returned.