A chronicle of my life starting from June 21,
2002. |
July 15, 2002 Well, once again, nothing much new. Just a tunnel, a letter, and a printed chat transcription. I spent last night at my youth pastor Jason's house. Now nearby his house is what's called "the Tunnel". The Tunnel is a very large drainage tunnel that goes about 1/4 mile into the ground and opens up into a spooky pond on the other side. Jason likes to take youth there now and then. I was gone last time, but everyone was talking about how scary it was. I was like, "Yeah, sure. I could do it by myself!" "Yeah right!" they said. Even Jason said I prolly wouldn't. But last night was my opportunity to prove myself. Me and my bro went to his house, picked up a lighter for my light source (Jason said it was the traditional "tunnel lighter" always used on trips), and went to the tunnel. It was bigger than I thought. He handed me the lighter and said go. I went in, the lighter flickered a bit. The wall was covered in graffiti. One thing said "Come write in and die". Yes, "write" was spelled that way. I went in slowly and kicked a box. I heard Jason's voice echoing from the entrance say that didn't sound good. I called back that it was just a box and kept going. I couldn't really catch much of what the graffiti said in the dim lighter's glow, but one thing that I did see was a couple of hexagrams. Hexagrams, similar to pentagrams, are inverted Stars of David. They're used in Satanic rituals to cast "hexes", which is where the term came from. Well they didn't bother me, so I kept going. I got to the "Point of No Return", a curve in the Tunnel around which you could no longer see light from the outside. Jason told me not to go farther, but I told him I would. I kept going. From this point, the Tunnel actually began to decline into the ground, and was gradually becoming a little shorter. I went back and back. Then my lighter went out. It was pitch black. I tried to light it again, but the metal was too hot to touch. I told Jason. The echoes made it easy to communicate; it was like talking to him right there. He said to come back, but I managed to use my shirt to light the lighter again and kept going. I read some of the graffiti. One said "Dustin 1982-2002". Okay. My lighter went out again. But I could still see. I looked down and realized my shirt was on fire! I started laughing and blew it out. Jason told me to come back this time and I actually did because I could light it anymore and there was a big hole in my shirt. I got back out. Jason asked if I wanted to go in again except with him. I said sure, and he took the lighter. My bro didn't want to go. He stayed back at the entrance and we went in. Jason took it really slow. He said there were homeless people and animals. I told him I figured we could probably take a homeless person. He agreed but said it would still be freaky. We passed the "Point of No Return" and kept going. Jason was really scared. I don't know why, but he was always freaked about the Tunnel. We got to the "Dustin" thing, where I was forced to turn back. We kept going. There was the blood everyone had told me about. On the night they went in, it was still fresh, but now it was grossly caked on like dried maroon clay. We all figured it was probably from a chicken. It was dripped down from the top of the wall to the bottom. I told Jason, "Let's keep moving," and we went on. About five feet back was more blood. On we went. Then we got back to where we could see the end of this section. Jason stopped suddenly, grabbed me, and stepped back slowly. He said he'd seen something standing there. I hadn't. Eventually we moved close enough to see that there was nothing there. At the end was two pipes, about three feet wide. One led back in the same direction, the other to the right. Jason said he'd never been in the one ahead, so we went in the one to the right. About five feet in it openned into a little room with a grate at the top so the moonlight shined in. Two the left was a pipe of the same size that we had just been in. That, Jason said, led to the pond. I said let's go, and started in. I took my first step into the pipe. At the end you could see a tiny patch of light. Jason grabbed me and said, "Did you see that?" I looked in. A shadow moved across the light at the end, followed by a brighter point of light, like from a small flashlight or a lighter. The shadow moved again. "Okay, we'll go back now," I said. We turned, went through the other pipe, and began to run down the Tunnel. Jason put my hand on the wall to guide me so I didn't run into anything. We got out, told my bro everything, got in the car, and started back for Jason's house. On the way back, I realized something. "Hey Jason? You know how we put our hands on the wall as we ran out? We must have run our hands through that blood." Needless to say, we washed our hands when we got back. That was fun. I want to do it again sometime, except go through the other pipe and go to the end of the other one to see the pond. There are two other things I said at the top. A letter and a transcription. Well the transcription was what the Corvette had still had from a long time ago. It was a conversation between a friend and I. It was when that friend had betrayed me in a very bad way and I posed as another person online to get answers. Seems low, I know. But the situation was even lower. The letter was one given to me by another friend of mine, Katrina. Katrina is really cool. In the letter, she told me how much I meant to her and how I'm an awesome person, and how she wouldn't be the same person without me. I need to write back. She means a lot to me, too. Well that was longer than I intended. The Tunnel thing was long. Oh well. Recommended listening: Beautiful by Creed. Goodbye again. ~ Dris ~ |