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Moving through what seemed to be the bowels of this underground installation, Lucas tried to ignore the fact that he was in the middle of a tight flooded tunnel with no end in sight, and concentrated his thoughts on what he'd do once he could find his daughter. He was drenched in water, tired and confused, yet he knew the worst could yet to come as he kept moving towards the unknown. He had to stay strong and suppress his fears, no matter what could come next.
Moving swiftly through the tunnel, Lucas could finally see the exit. The corridor seemed less hostile now that most of the distance was covered, and Lucas was happy that he would soon overcome another obstacle. In his mind, the only way forward was up and any challenge could be overcome as well.
Alas, the moment he felt some relief, he heard the stuffed doll call out for him with the voice of his daughter. Lucas momentarily froze. For a while, nothing could be heard, as if time had stopped. Lucas couldn't easily discern where the voice came from, and it didn't help that he was in such an uncomfortable position. He slowly moved towards the exit, while carefully observing his surroundings. He couldn't spot any speakers or cameras at the ceiling that would explain the voice.
Soon enough, he realized that a stuffed doll was positioned near the door, a clear misfit in such a place and the apparent source of the voice. Emerging from the body of water, Lucas was tired and impatient with the whole charade. Losing his patience, he moved towards the doll to kick it.
Moving swiftly through the tunnel, Lucas could finally see the exit. The corridor seemed less hostile now that most of the distance was covered, and Lucas was happy that he would soon overcome another obstacle. In his mind, the only way forward was up and any challenge could be overcome as well.
Alas, the moment he felt some relief, he heard the stuffed doll call out for him with the voice of his daughter. Lucas momentarily froze. For a while, nothing could be heard, as if time had stopped. Lucas couldn't easily discern where the voice came from, and it didn't help that he was in such an uncomfortable position. He slowly moved towards the exit, while carefully observing his surroundings. He couldn't spot any speakers or cameras at the ceiling that would explain the voice.
Soon enough, he realized that a stuffed doll was positioned near the door, a clear misfit in such a place and the apparent source of the voice. Emerging from the body of water, Lucas was tired and impatient with the whole charade. Losing his patience, he moved towards the doll to kick it.
Sorry guys I've been a little too busy these days. I'll make a new post later today.
Going to make a new post tomorrow
Not much time had passed between Lucas reclaiming his sanity and falling down to what seemed to be a scene out of a nightmare.
Being afraid of the sea, Lucas was terrified. He knew he couldn't go back up; climbing the slippery slide all the way to the previous room was practically impossible. Going forward was a risky endeavor as no exit could be seen. Unwilling to move, Lucas began observing the room carefully.
Upon a first inspection, the room appeared to be some sort of an underground corridor that was nearly completely flooded. The tunnel stretched towards infinity, with no indication as to where it could lead. In front of him was a robust, metallic staircase that seemed to connect the platform he was on with the tunnel's floor. Except no floor could be seen. The tunnel's roof was right above his head, adding to the claustrophobic feeling.
Similarly to the previous rooms, this one seemed normal but had certain qualities in it that didn't make sense. A maintenance tunnel that was abandoned and flooded still had electricity, all lights were functioning and the tiles appeared to be well maintained and relatively clean. The platform he was on seemed to be a dozen meters above the rest of the tunnel if not more, considering the depth of the water. The staircase was a relatively new construction, one could confidently grab to it to descend. The length and general size of the tunnel itself was nonsensical.
The humidity was getting unbearable, and there was no option option but to go forward. Lucas removed his shoes to make swimming easier and slowly immersed himself in the pool of water. This was a death trap and a nightmare come alive, and Lucas didn't even want to imagine where his daughter could be held hostage. He wanted to find her and get out of that place as soon as possible, even if it meant confronting his worst nightmares in the process.
Being afraid of the sea, Lucas was terrified. He knew he couldn't go back up; climbing the slippery slide all the way to the previous room was practically impossible. Going forward was a risky endeavor as no exit could be seen. Unwilling to move, Lucas began observing the room carefully.
Upon a first inspection, the room appeared to be some sort of an underground corridor that was nearly completely flooded. The tunnel stretched towards infinity, with no indication as to where it could lead. In front of him was a robust, metallic staircase that seemed to connect the platform he was on with the tunnel's floor. Except no floor could be seen. The tunnel's roof was right above his head, adding to the claustrophobic feeling.
Similarly to the previous rooms, this one seemed normal but had certain qualities in it that didn't make sense. A maintenance tunnel that was abandoned and flooded still had electricity, all lights were functioning and the tiles appeared to be well maintained and relatively clean. The platform he was on seemed to be a dozen meters above the rest of the tunnel if not more, considering the depth of the water. The staircase was a relatively new construction, one could confidently grab to it to descend. The length and general size of the tunnel itself was nonsensical.
The humidity was getting unbearable, and there was no option option but to go forward. Lucas removed his shoes to make swimming easier and slowly immersed himself in the pool of water. This was a death trap and a nightmare come alive, and Lucas didn't even want to imagine where his daughter could be held hostage. He wanted to find her and get out of that place as soon as possible, even if it meant confronting his worst nightmares in the process.
Gonna post again tomorrow.
Is this misspelled?
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I admit that Estylwen's username trips me up sometimes too. :p
I knew someone would think I'm referencing the OP :P. It's totally unintentional though.
The eye that had popped from the wall was the final straw; Lucas began losing his composure and could not think straight anymore. He stumbled on the floor, then slowly distanced himself from the terrifying sight. He shielded himself, waiting for the monstrosity to jump at him, but nothing would happen. The eye and the walls were morphing in front of him but, thanfully, weren't moving towards him.
A few moments passed before Lucas could move again. He didn't want to examine the eye anymore than he wanted to leave; fearing of whatever else may be waiting for him nearby. His hunger had gone from manageable to debilitating very quickly for some reason. He reached his pocket for the sandwich he found earlier and ate it quickly.
While the rest of the facade indicated that he was trapped by some evil overseer who had kidnapped his child (and presumably the children of others), it didn't explain why he was seeing paranormal things. Realizing that the eye hadn't made physical contact with him, he brushed it off as a visual hallucination that would pass, and got up again. He shouldn't have been in this place after going down a second time. Either he overlooked something while going down the slide, or he was starting to lose it. He assumed the former.
The polaroid camera wasn't there before, and it was conveniently placed in front of the Morse code. This also looked like a setup. The architect of this place wanted him to pick up and the camera and use it. This also meant that there was someone else in the vicinity, following and watching him while carefully setting up each room. For a moment, Lucas wondered if he would catch the perpetrator by backtracking to the room with the pool, but he was too afraid of what he would find back there. The idea of getting jumped and thrown at the pool by the owner of this place made him hesitate.
He picked up the camera and snapped a photo at the Morse code. In a self-doubting move, he turned around and snapped a photo of the eye as well. If the eye was real, it would be imprinted on the paper. He then looked at the photos.
A few moments passed before Lucas could move again. He didn't want to examine the eye anymore than he wanted to leave; fearing of whatever else may be waiting for him nearby. His hunger had gone from manageable to debilitating very quickly for some reason. He reached his pocket for the sandwich he found earlier and ate it quickly.
While the rest of the facade indicated that he was trapped by some evil overseer who had kidnapped his child (and presumably the children of others), it didn't explain why he was seeing paranormal things. Realizing that the eye hadn't made physical contact with him, he brushed it off as a visual hallucination that would pass, and got up again. He shouldn't have been in this place after going down a second time. Either he overlooked something while going down the slide, or he was starting to lose it. He assumed the former.
The polaroid camera wasn't there before, and it was conveniently placed in front of the Morse code. This also looked like a setup. The architect of this place wanted him to pick up and the camera and use it. This also meant that there was someone else in the vicinity, following and watching him while carefully setting up each room. For a moment, Lucas wondered if he would catch the perpetrator by backtracking to the room with the pool, but he was too afraid of what he would find back there. The idea of getting jumped and thrown at the pool by the owner of this place made him hesitate.
He picked up the camera and snapped a photo at the Morse code. In a self-doubting move, he turned around and snapped a photo of the eye as well. If the eye was real, it would be imprinted on the paper. He then looked at the photos.
Will make a post later today.
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