Make no mistake—the Fountain of Youth is real.
Sam and Brenda had found it purely by accident, a fortunate discovery on one of their typical weekends of hiking and spelunking.
Both enjoyed the outdoors, which was why they had hit it off so well when they first met and started dating a couple months earlier.
They reached the bottom of the cave and Sam discovered an old, wooden door to the east.
Its ancient writing quickly shifted to modern English, and both the young adventures stared in amazement at the text in front of them.
*Beyond this door lies the well of eternal life—the Fountain of Eternal Youth.*
Sam reached for the door handle, but Brenda quickly jerked his arm away. “What?” Sam looked up at Brenda’s worry-filled face. “You’re not the least bit curious?”
“This has to be some kind of joke,” she said nervously.
“There’s only one way to find out.” Sam reached again for the handle, and this time Brenda didn’t stop him.
As he pulled, the door slowly opened with a loud squeak and soft candlelight poured from its opening.
They stepped through and into a large room with a small and shallow pool in the center. A nude statue of a cherubim spouted crystal clear water from its top from inside the pool.
Sam and Brenda glanced excitedly at one another and rushed to the fountain. They were surprised to find something else inside.
Just below the surface of the water was a human skeleton with tattered clothing draped over it.
“At least it’s only bones, Brenda,” Sam said. “I wonder what it’s doing here.”
If this is real, we could live forever!” Brenda reached down to cup her hand in the water, and that’s when both noticed the inscription that had instantly formed at the base of the pool.
*Only one may drink. Choose.*
Both stared longingly at the perfect water, and as they did murderous rage possessed them.
Sam lunged at Brenda, but she quickly moved away from him, stepping sideways and causing Sam to lose his balance.
Brenda tackled Sam, and both wrestled on the floor, each attempting to strangle the other.
“It’s *mine,*” Brenda screeched as she grabbed a nearby stone and hit Sam in the temple as hard as she could. He immediately fell limp. She checked his pulse, confirming him dead.
A strange and devious smile brushed her lips, and Brenda quickly reached down to drink. Before she could, the bony arm reached up from the base of the pool, its fingers clasping her wrist.
Pain surged through Brenda’s body and she screamed as the flesh and tissue quickly deteriorated, transferring from her body to the skeleton.
Within seconds, Brenda’s bony remains dropped in the water.
A beautiful woman stepped out of the fountain. She smoothed the tresses of her long, golden hair.
“You’ll have to wait your turn, sweetie,” she said and then laughed hysterically. “I’ve been waiting more than a thousand years!”