Post by Brandwyn on Sept 23, 2020 15:40:23 GMT -5
(Open to anyone)
(This takes place in one shaft of the intricate abandoned mines in the mountains southeast of Desperation)
“Did you hear that?” Chuck whispered and froze in mid-swing.
“Ssshhhh,” his partner motioned for silence. “Someone else is here,” Ted barely breathed the warning.
The two middle-aged men paused and listened intently for several minutes. “It must have been the wind,” Chuck shrugged and swung his pickaxe at the tunnel ceiling again. Ted ducked as several fist-sized rocks rained down on the two of them and rolled across the dirt floor.
Thump! Thump! Thump! … Thump! Thump!
They both froze again and peered down the dark mine shaft.
Silence…
“Your rocks didn’t make that sound,” Ted whispered. “This place gives me the creeps!”
Chuck didn’t answer. He picked up one of the larger rocks and tossed it downhill, deeper into the abandoned mine. They heard it hit and roll for a short distance and then stop. Chuck held his torch up high, peering down the shaft. … He turned to look at Ted, “Do you-“
“Look out!” Ted shouted and dove to the side. Chuck turned back to the tunnel just in time to see his rock sail out of the darkness and strike him in the chest.
“Woof!” The air was knocked out of Chuck’s lungs as he fell backward to the floor, landing on his backside.
Ted slowly reached out and picked up the rock to examine it. “It’s the one you just tossed down there.” He handed it to Chuck who was gasping air back into his lungs. Chuck examined the stone, agreeing it was the same rock. “Hey! What you playing at?” he shouted down the shaft. “Who are you?”
He was going to chuck the rock back down the shaft, but Ted knocked it out of his hand. “Are you crazy? They’ll kill you next time.”
“Who you talkin’ about?” Chuck asked angrily.
“The ghosts! Don’t make them mad!”
“Ghosts? Pshaw!” Chuck shook his head, “There’s no such thing as ghosts.” He started down the shaft. “You, down there! You come out and show yourself!” he hollered again.
“Stop it, Chuck!” Ted pleaded. He began gathering their mining tools and placed them in a tool bag. “Let’s get out of here!”
Chuck ignored his friend and continued down the shaft. There was a layer of soft dirt covering the hard floor. Chuck could not see any footprints in the dirt. Whoever was there didn’t get into the mine from this direction. But there were dozens of tunnels and several openings. He threw the rock down the shaft again, only at chest height this time, hoping to hit someone.
There was no sound of the rock hitting the walls or floor. None whatsoever. Chuck had stopped to listen. Ted was backing up the tunnel the way they had come with his torchlight shaking from the quivering of his hand. He froze again when Chuck tossed the rock. They waited.
Chuck got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He took four more steps down the tunnel. “I’m warning ya! Leave us be now, or you’ll regret it!”
“Ggggeeeeet oooooouuuuuuut!” An eerie wind blew up from deep in the mine shaft and pelted the two men with dust. The sound on the wind was almost a moan. A large rock sailed up the tunnel and hit Chuck on the forehead, nearly knocking him out.
“Chuck! Chuck!” Ted dropped his torch next to the tool bag and ran to Chuck’s side. “Leave us alone! We are leaving!” He shouted hysterically. “Chuck, c’mon! Can you walk?”
Chuck held his bleeding forehead with one hand, but managed to stumble to his feet. He was white as a ghost and didn’t argue with his partner as Ted led him back to their dig site. They collected their tools and hastily made their way back out of the abandoned mine.
Groggy and disoriented, Chuck just kept mumbling, “But there’s no such thing as ghosts!”
(This takes place in one shaft of the intricate abandoned mines in the mountains southeast of Desperation)
“Did you hear that?” Chuck whispered and froze in mid-swing.
“Ssshhhh,” his partner motioned for silence. “Someone else is here,” Ted barely breathed the warning.
The two middle-aged men paused and listened intently for several minutes. “It must have been the wind,” Chuck shrugged and swung his pickaxe at the tunnel ceiling again. Ted ducked as several fist-sized rocks rained down on the two of them and rolled across the dirt floor.
Thump! Thump! Thump! … Thump! Thump!
They both froze again and peered down the dark mine shaft.
Silence…
“Your rocks didn’t make that sound,” Ted whispered. “This place gives me the creeps!”
Chuck didn’t answer. He picked up one of the larger rocks and tossed it downhill, deeper into the abandoned mine. They heard it hit and roll for a short distance and then stop. Chuck held his torch up high, peering down the shaft. … He turned to look at Ted, “Do you-“
“Look out!” Ted shouted and dove to the side. Chuck turned back to the tunnel just in time to see his rock sail out of the darkness and strike him in the chest.
“Woof!” The air was knocked out of Chuck’s lungs as he fell backward to the floor, landing on his backside.
Ted slowly reached out and picked up the rock to examine it. “It’s the one you just tossed down there.” He handed it to Chuck who was gasping air back into his lungs. Chuck examined the stone, agreeing it was the same rock. “Hey! What you playing at?” he shouted down the shaft. “Who are you?”
He was going to chuck the rock back down the shaft, but Ted knocked it out of his hand. “Are you crazy? They’ll kill you next time.”
“Who you talkin’ about?” Chuck asked angrily.
“The ghosts! Don’t make them mad!”
“Ghosts? Pshaw!” Chuck shook his head, “There’s no such thing as ghosts.” He started down the shaft. “You, down there! You come out and show yourself!” he hollered again.
“Stop it, Chuck!” Ted pleaded. He began gathering their mining tools and placed them in a tool bag. “Let’s get out of here!”
Chuck ignored his friend and continued down the shaft. There was a layer of soft dirt covering the hard floor. Chuck could not see any footprints in the dirt. Whoever was there didn’t get into the mine from this direction. But there were dozens of tunnels and several openings. He threw the rock down the shaft again, only at chest height this time, hoping to hit someone.
There was no sound of the rock hitting the walls or floor. None whatsoever. Chuck had stopped to listen. Ted was backing up the tunnel the way they had come with his torchlight shaking from the quivering of his hand. He froze again when Chuck tossed the rock. They waited.
Chuck got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He took four more steps down the tunnel. “I’m warning ya! Leave us be now, or you’ll regret it!”
“Ggggeeeeet oooooouuuuuuut!” An eerie wind blew up from deep in the mine shaft and pelted the two men with dust. The sound on the wind was almost a moan. A large rock sailed up the tunnel and hit Chuck on the forehead, nearly knocking him out.
“Chuck! Chuck!” Ted dropped his torch next to the tool bag and ran to Chuck’s side. “Leave us alone! We are leaving!” He shouted hysterically. “Chuck, c’mon! Can you walk?”
Chuck held his bleeding forehead with one hand, but managed to stumble to his feet. He was white as a ghost and didn’t argue with his partner as Ted led him back to their dig site. They collected their tools and hastily made their way back out of the abandoned mine.
Groggy and disoriented, Chuck just kept mumbling, “But there’s no such thing as ghosts!”