Of the Ravenwood and two Monsters part 2

The cave was large, betrayed by it's small, low entrance. Stalactites dangled from the ceiling like hundreds of pointed knives. They dripped water at a melodious pace into depressions of the limestone rock, which kept a rapid pace as the hundred little drops splattered out of recognizeable existance.
Emily sighed in relief. It was a big cave, therefore she could put some distance between those two prissy plastic monsters on the other side of the cave currently putting on eyeliner. Emily sighed in disgust and pulled out a thick book, titled Beowulf. She peered into the depths of the book, as if she could get lost in the mystical tale of dragons and knights, and she could be there. She blinked and squinted. It was dark, too dark to make out the faded letters. Her glasses slipped on her oily noise again. She snarled angrily and jammed them back onto her face. She reached blindly behind her, found her backpack, pulled out a few matches and a candle, and lit it. She smiled to herself as her corner of the cave was bathed in a warm, orange flickering glow.
Carly grinned happily and spread out on the ground on a beach towel. "It's nice and warm in here." She said louder than she needed to in an attempt to jar Emily from her reading reverie. Emily crossed her legs, breathed out deeply, and looked deep into her book again.
Ashley snorted and rubbed some moisturizing across her hands. Is that all they can think about? Emily thought to herself silently. Beauty? Fashion? Skin? She gave herself a mental shrug and leaned back, beginning to enjoy her book finally. Carly wiped her brow in the heat and leaned up against a stalagmite to support herself.
In the instant that she did, the rock behind Emily began to grind. Emily jumped to her feet and scurried away, clutching her book close to herself. Carly squinted at the rock with a look of happy idiocy on her face. Ashley stared on, undeterred, glaring at the rock.
The great boulder behind Emily had begun to shift its reddish surface apart, and sand began to bubble inside of it, sprinkling it over the coarse stone edge. The rock gave a final, sudden lurche and seperated to show a well sized opening leading down a slope into a cavern deeper in the cave.
"I'm gonna kill that bastard." Carly muttered. "His damn cheap tricks cant scare me!" She marched forward, jumped into the hole, and her footsteps echoed in the cave. Emily began to sweat again in nervous anticipation as the footsteps slowly died away, their echo shadows still reverberating of the coarse, wavy patterns of red limestone.
Then came the scream.
It was no ordinary scream. This was the kind of scream that would make your blood turn to ice, cause your face to freeze in a mortified expression, and all you can do is wait until it's over. It was a malicious scream that betrayed a sickening amount of pain, agony, and disembowlment. Emily shuddered in horror, the scream penetrating her very sanity. Where reason and logic existed, they were wrestled out of control and replaced by fear. Cold, hard terror.
Ashley had the same look on her face. She began babbling and she went plunging into the deep chasm herself. Afraid to be alone, Emily hurried after her, dropping Beowulf behind her. As she jumped into the hole, her feet hit sandstone. Well shaped, smooth, and perfectly even. The architecture and artisan stonecutting work was amazing, if not masterful. Intricate curves were etched out of the rock, each one an alien letter to all but the designer.
Ashley stood before her, gazing surreptitiously into a slope leading down into another room. The celing was laced with dancing fuzzy white lines, the reflection of water. Carefully and slowly, Ashley started forward.
"No!" Emily hissed after her, but Ashley ignored her as well. Emily cursed and drew out another candle, lit it, and began to head down, side by side with Ashley.
The chasm itself was pitch black. Darkness seemed to flood into it like so many accursed snakes. It didn't even retreat at the light that Emily brough down, at least not far. Emily, even with her poor eyesight, was able to make out the details.
The room itself was filled with graves. Dozens upon dozens of graves, stone tablets and wooden crosses. Behind the field of graves was a deep pool filled with eerie green water, which was perfectly still. Nothing moved. Carly was collapsed in the fetal position in the middle of the graveyard in a pool of her own blood, which glistened maliciously. Emily casually strode up to one of the graves, and examed the slab of rock.
There was no date. No name. Just a slab of rock. She found the next one, and the next one, and they all had no name on it. Until she came to the last one in the row. Emily's heart pounded in her ears and throat as she aproached the stone. Yes, there was a name on it.

Carly Rodriguez
1989-2006

Emily stumbled back, mortified. Ashley sobbed over Carly's corpse. Then something shifted. A wind, a terrible wind lashed out threw the cavern and blew out Emily's candle. Everything was still, and Ashley could still be heard sobbing. The water still provided an odd light, and Emily began to choke on her own tongue as she realized why.
A bright, white woman began to glide out of the water. Her robes were torn, but her skin was fair and perfect. Ashley looked upon the spirit with a look of pure horror, her face contorted by fear. The spirit smiled a bit. Not a happy smile, but a cynical, capricous smile. The spirits face turned cruel, it's teeth turned sharp. She was the only light in the cavern, and Emily was rooted in place with terror.
Ashley held up an arm as if to shield herself, then all went dark again in the chasm. Emily heard Ashley scream in agony before it ended swiftly, as fast as a knife cuts through a fish. The light turned back on as the spirit turned her attention to Emily. Throwing a glance at the tombstone, she saw that another now read:

Ashley Seventa
1989-2006

And even as she read the next one beside it, it was already writing itself.

Emily Hallith
1988-200

It was still writing that last number as the lights went out again. And Emily screamed. And screamed. And screamed.

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I wanted to put this off till tomorrow, but I really just had to urge to write. So here is my story. Doesn't really have any morale, any purpose, but hey, it creeps me out, and I'm the author! lol