Blue eyes scanned the misty terrain, almost hesitant if he should even be doing this, but he had stayed away from it for far too long. He needed to know. The grip he had on his staff increased infinitesimally before he pulled away and strode up to the place where a broken bed once stood.
He hadn't revisited the place since that day. He had soared over it, and gave cursory glances at it, almost all of them wistful and wanting to know what had become of the infamous Boogeyman. He steeled himself and stepped over the spot, but the ground didn't fall in.
He stared down at his feet, tapping the ball of his foot over the surface, wanting it to go away. He knew the way wasn't shut; it couldn't be, could it? Fear was still among the children, and sometimes they would leave their snowball fights as soon as the sun set, running to be inside with their moms and dads. He pushed against it harder, stamping his feet down, but the ground didn't cave. Frost just grew over the spot in his frustration. He let out a pouting grunt, not wanting to give up, but he didn't know where any other entrances might be.
Maybe one of the others know... Though, pursuing that didn't seem sound, knowing they'd tell him to not worry about it, all in their own little ways. Jack squatted down, staring at the frost on the ground first before looking up at the light snow falling overhead. He gave a sigh, feeling defeated and stood up, walking away from the spot.
Though, his pouting was short lived as the dirt of the forest floor gave way under the weight of his foot. He let out a surprised gasp, his heart almost lodging into his throat as he fell into the blackness. The wind down here was minimal, and he only slightly managed not to land on his backside.
He swallowed, squinting as his eyes attempted to adjust to the dark before he began wandering deeper into the lair.
