Hi so this is a reupload, I kinda
wanted to come back to this?
Feeling motivated to write again?
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1.3k Words | 29-08-21 | - 008
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━Nothing like a good rumor to keep the town on their toes, atleast for a while it did until, of course, it didn't. As with all gossip, without a form of evidence, it was dropped and forgotten.
These 'rumors' were relating to no other but a single shack found within a desolate field containing purely wheat. It was a huge uninhabited plot of land, the owner was unknown and it seemed no one knew what truly laid there inside that one measly hut. So naturally assumptions rose once it was discovered.
It was said those who went searching never returned, or sometimes they did return, but were never the same. However, these were merely tellings that held no inherent background. It seemed to be spoken as a tall tale, much less a reality.
That was years ago though, regardless of it's time it still stuck in your head, for only one reason. Your local news station addressed the issue early on while the topic had been at it's peak. Strangely enough, It was the only station to speak out about the situation.
While tuning in to see what was said, it suddenly went off-air and was nothing but static after that. It had been surely unnerving but what scared you most was a fact; that specific station never came on again after that supposed incident. Due to it being a small channel It was never spoken of outside the town and barely talked of at all in the first place.
This quickly made you, and you alone, skeptical. You then had the idea to scrounge around for your neighbors newspaper. You flicked through the pages until you found a small piece of writing that spoke of the strange occurrences, although the entire summary was smudged as if there were an error in the printers origin.
You checked another bundle of papers from your local market soon after, same error. It's like this supposed claim was to stay undetected.
This was the moment you officially felt weirded out, yet intrigued. You often pondered about it til' this day but knew it could possibly never be discovered again.
...
Until you came across an old blog thread containing information regarding the incident, marked from years ago. You skimmed through it, and to say the very least, you really couldn't believe it. It had linked articles and multiple other sources, along with it were incredibly low resolution photos of the shed as well. It had a roughly spotted location,
You then chose to personally investigate, just a little peek around the area, look for anything potentially suspicious then you would leave, simple as it should be. You had been naturally curious about the paranormal activity, and weren't the kind of person to let things go unnoticed, despite the poor plan of yours. You would be biking up there next thing tomorrow.
And so you did, with a mind of motivation and faulty analogue camera strung around your neck you peddled along just fine. The field was further than you had expected, although, as the landscape began to look bleak and the roads gravel, you knew what was to come.
Until then, it hadn't been very much longer before you arrived at what you could consider a no-man's-land, nothing but wheat. Although, you couldn't seem to seek out the infamous shack. You were nearly put out of breath, yet, you began your journey through the fields.
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It was practically dusk when you had spotted a dimly lit light in the distance, you quickly recognized it as a part of the poorly built shed. You struggled through the height of the wheat, wheeling your bike along.
You made it. The troubled and rotten structure with it's door wedged inward. Immediately setting the bike down, you stepped over to it, suddenly feeling a surge of uncertainty hit you.
It was like a gut feeling, you shouldn't be here. Despite it though, you couldn't believe to have finally found the mysterious whereabouts of this place, after near years of undying curiosity. It stood right in front of you, just like the pictures.
While you were confident in yourself, it was still undoubtedly dangerous. All of those possibly true reports, those missing people.
You thought on it for a while, as you began to shiver, with the sky darkening by the minute, the temperature lowered, and just as it seemed it couldn't get anymore inconvenient; a crackle of thunder was heard beyond the field. Should've tuned in for the weather report, or you would've if your news station hadn't fell off the face of the earth.
You calmed your worries, supposing those claims were only rumors, after all isn't that why you came here in the first place, to prove them wrong? Or perhaps to see if there was more to the story? Regardless, you were here now and there wasn't much sense in going back in the cold, dreary night. You went to grab the door, attempting to unwedge it.
After a moment of attempting to rock the door back and fourth, it had finally budged, door swinging open. The force made you wobble backwards a bit, as you stared into the dark interior.
You shook the creeps from your head as you scrounged around for the flashlight in your bag. Pulling it out, you flicked it on.
Before entering you haphazardly tossed the bag back near your bike as you turned to face the structure for the final time.
The flashlight illuminated the inside, it took a few moments before realizing that what sat within was that of an elevator. The metal frame was so badly deteriorated it had completely disconnected in some areas.
The entirety of it was dirtied. Oddly enough, the most stable part appeared to be the floor and even that proved questionable. The brightest thing in there was a button as red as an apple. It immediately sparked an interest from you.
You nervously stepped in, it instantly felt unstable as it rocked back gently, however, it did hold your weight despite how rickety it appeared to be. You shuffled carefully until you were in front of the button, shining the light onto it. Your fingers hovered over it.
There were wires that stuck out behind the return spring, bolts holding it in place had scattered around your feet. The wires appeared to be cut rather jaggedly, all red flags to their own, but many questions still stood.
The button must've been in a decommissioned state as the wires were chopped and hanging, so you supposed it didn't power anything at this point and went to gently run your hand along it, although it triggered something. Instantly you heard a click from behind, then from in front.
You scrambled to escape the elevator as the surrounding cables began to unsnare from sudden pressure release. Before you knew it the elevator fell from directly under your feet, with you still inside it. A bellow so gut wrenching could be heard as it descended into an echo amongst the dark underworld.
You suddenly felt weightless just as the conveyor entered a state of free fall, what lasted for several seconds felt like hours. You must've been falling for many stories.
It just so happened you'd reach the bottom minutes ago. Physically, you couldn't feel anything, yet you had continuously faded in and out of self awareness after fighting the constant drowsiness, eventually you blacked out entirely.
You weren't responsive to anything else after that, you felt like you must have been dying due to fatal impact, although, you'd still been breathing.
And yet, you laid there, unconscious, freezing in the pitch black.
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