chapter 75

In Which Something Awful Is Lurking

Jackson didn’t even yell. He was too surprised. He fell and fell and fell and then, with a sharp jerk, he stopped. He hung sideways as the toilet paper held his shorts and him within them. He squiggled and wriggled and looked around. Darkness.

Jackson was glad the strap had been across his chest, or the bag would have fallen off. He reached into his bag and pulled out his flashlight. He flicked it on and pointed straight down. He could see the bottom now, but it was still just a little too far to drop. Jackson shone his light on the side of the canyon in front of him. Nothing to grab. He shone the light down the wall beside him. Something was there! Something was moving!

Oh my goodness … was that … a rat?