Goober was now in a funnel shape of a hole, he was sliding on mud slowly about to fall in the deep hole, Goober tried to grab something but he couldn't get grip. Goober slipped and fell backwards into the hole. Goober fell for what seemed to be minutes, but it was really just seconds. Goober fell and hit the ground, but his fall was cushioned by the mixture of wet mud and sand. He got up. He was in some sort of cave system.
Goober started tearing up. He was scared, really scared. Goober fell down and put his face in his hands. He was seven after all, all alone, in a vast cave system, deep in the ground. Goober started crying. What was he thinking? Being a ghost hunter? He was too scared for it. Goober started shaking in fear. Then Goober heard a voice.
Are you alright? Ghostie said.
Yeah. Goober said sniffling.
Hey, we'll get you out of here, okay? Ghostie said compassionately
Okay. Goober said wiping off his tears.