The Eerie Dry Well

With a dull thud, Lu Chen crashed onto the soft mound of rotting leaves at the bottom of the well. The pain made his vision go black, and he nearly passed out. But the image of his mother’s brutal death kept flashing through his mind, forcing him to open his eyes. The bottom of the well was dim, with only a sliver of the setting sun’s light filtering through the opening above, illuminating scattered bones and dead branches around him.