Skin crawling, you direct your gaze upwards instead, but there's no shortage of spiky rock formations up there either. In fact, they look even less stable. Some of them resemble hundreds of stony, bone white hands, and you imagine them coming down from the ceiling and grabbing the hood of your coat and pinning you to the rock walls, crushing you against their palms. You wonder if you're too deep for anyone to hear your agonized screaming and fading cries for help.
Something drips above you.