The rustling in the bushes made up his mind for him. No matter the dangers of the cave, surely they were no worse than the threat of the bush.
He turned. He ran for the cave entrance. His mind swam as he found the entrance blocked by a large stone. Carved into the stone was a large eye full of malicious intent. The stone was covered in dirt and moss. It looked like it had not moved in generations.
Where had this stone come from? Why did it appear to be a permanent fixture in this place? And what in the hell was that rustling in the bushes?