To celebrate our 10th hide we welcome you to your worst Geocaching nightmare...

In a pitch-black abyss, a terror conceals,

A massive coffin where dread reveals.

A hundred eyes, but blind to grace,

The key you yearn for, lost in this space.

Within these crypts, your torment awaits,

A nightmare's web where madness dictates.

Twist and turn, down the path unknown,

The logbook hides, in this dread-ridden zone.

Labyrinthine chaos, your psyche will bend,

To find the truth, 'round the corners that rend.

One harbors veracity, the rest deceive,

In this nightmare's riddle, your sanity cleave.

When the logbook's discovered, the dread takes flight,

Leave your mark in this realm of eternal night.

But remember well, the tormenting game,

For this Geocache nightmare won't leave you the same.

Only mark as 'found' if you sign the logbook. You do not need skill, just time. BYOP. "A micro suitably camouflaged to the surroundings".