twisted short stories

cthulu

since childhood, i had the urge to dig. not to get dirty, and not to find those disgusting land locked insects.

for one and only purpose. how far could i go before reaching water?

these memories seem the be the only thing keeping my sanity in check. it had been four days since the submarine bay collapsed. this pulled our communication from the deep sea station.

NASA launched an underwater expedition, but as it turns out...the ocean can differ from space.

i hadn't contacted my children in what seemed like a millennia. the two of their smiling faces seemed to pop up when i looked into the great depths of water surrounding the Mariana.

now of course, man has traveled as deep as one may think the ocean goes, but in the Mariana trench...that is but what may seem like child's play.

my crew, two other men and three women. Elias and Judith, good souls. they left in deep sea diving suits before the collapse. they haven't returned.

Harriet and Amaya, old souls. Harriet was killed in the collapse, Amaya jumped out to save her. neither of us, the remaining that is, saw her death. but we haven't been able to track either of their remains.

i tried to brainstorm how to survive with Daniel. how to preserve food, contact the upper world, and which one of us would do it. he wouldn't speak a word.

earlier that day, i saw something. if not the flash of a high speed shadow darting throughout the already pitch black sea, it seemed to be a giant squid. yet we were roughly thirty-two thousand feet below the lowest recorded giant squid siting.

the flash of shadow seemed to be gliding past the station. as if on wings of unholy misery.

i heard Daniel's ruthless whispers to whatever god he seemed to be praying to. under his breath he spoke of the lord's prayer, forwards, backwards, old english.

i heard the gut wrenching screech of talons dragging along side the supposedly indestructible building. i couldn't hold daniel's reaction in my subconscious long enough to commit it to memory. i shut my eyes with my hands firmly clasped around my ears.

through the pain of my ear-ly torture i heard the splashing of water. when i opened my eyes, i felt the deep ocean blues around my waist. but the crisp cold water didn't startle me. it wasn't rising, nothing was swimming up into the station.

from what i caught a glimpse of, nothing was swimming at all. although the darkness contaminated my ability to see.

the glimpse was short lived, showing me what i should really fear. i yelled in horror as daniel jumped onto me, dragging me underwater in a thrash of spilling blood. i fought, got my head above water, but all i heard were what sounded like satanic murmurings, chants, rituals, pooling out of Daniel's mouth.

his grip around my throat seemed inhuman. he raised me by my neck, held me up above his head. and i realized, above the water as well. he grew, slowly morphing into a creature of unimaginable horror.

or, i think. the room grew darker, with what felt like mist. a deep laugh erupted into my ears.

it was him.

if you're reading this, NASA has successfully received the Mariana Station's messages and gone to retrieve the remains. this may be lost in the ocean, but my time on this earth's land was short lived. and i'd like to pass off a piece of valuable information.

whatever dark troubles you're dealing with, you can overcome. i am alive, yet i doubt my children will ever see their father again.

atop of my encounter with the devil, all i've come out with is this reminder, that there is no god.