Treasure Island

He entered the cave, and sat down for a short break, sweating like a pig. Taking some deep breaths, he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

“Damn it! I’ll get this treasure for sure. I’m tired of this place. This place sucks...” he went on swearing for a few minutes. Then he stood up and continued his journey.

He reached a narrow bridge, stopped for a moment. Looking at a certain point, he walked on the bridge. As soon as he reached the middle of the bridge, he ducked. A huge log swung across, missing his head. Instantly, he sprung up, and ran towards the other end of the bridge.

“Easy peasy!” he chuckled and moved on. As he reached a fork, took the left passage without bothering much. After a while, he reached a narrow passage. As he began to crawl through the passage, barges of arrows were shot from the walls. Pushing a few skeletons aside, he safely reached the other end.

“Yeaaah!” he couldn’t stop smiling. Continuing, he reached another narrow passage. A ladder was lying down there. Crawling on the ladder, he crossed a little distance. Suddenly, the floor below him gave way to a deep pit, full of poisonous snakes slithering over the skeletons of the fallen ones.

“Bah!” he shook his head and crawled on to reach the other end. Coming across three more booby traps, he escaped with little difficulty. Taking another short break, he took out a piece of paper and looked at a handwritten map.

“Ok, only a few more steps, then the treasure will be mine. This time, nothing will stop me from getting that treasure. I’ll enjoy my life to the fullest. Whooo...!” He yelled in joy.

He got up and moved forward. In a few minutes, he reached the end of the passage. It gave way to a spacious cavern. He stepped in, and was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he couldn’t believe his eyes. It was right there, which he had been longing for - a huge treasure chest on the altar.

He cautiously walked towards it, then suddenly stopped, looking around. Once he made sure there were no booby traps, he moved again. Reaching the altar, he stroked that chest in endless joy. “Finally!” he murmured.

Then he heard a swishing sound above, and his eyes widened.

“Fu…” before he could finish his word, a wide, thin iron blade dropped, slicing him in half.

“You must be kidding me. C’mon! Not again… AAARGHHH!!!” he shouted furiously, looking down at that dead body.

“I can’t believe this shit. How long do I’ve to keep doing this, possessing once-in-a-blue-moon castaways, and bringing them here to get this treasure, and get killed?”

That ghost kept on cursing, shrieking, and wailing, but there was no one to listen.