Woman from the Demon Cave in Northern Myanmar Escapes from Purgatory

The rain was not rain, it was water mixed with blood from the leakage of the iron roof, dripping on my ankle bones. It was as cold as if someone was measuring the size with a wire. I stepped barefoot into the mud, and as soon as my toes touched the edge of the drainage ditch, there was a "click" above my head - the infrared fill light from Post No. 3 Came over, and the white light nailed my shadow to the wall, like a specimen.