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Creepy Ghost Stories - Tales From The Grave — 1593: The Amphitheater Tunnels. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
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There are some stories that should never be told. Tales that should never see the light. We'll reach the eyes of the weak-hearted, innocent, frail. I relate this to you only in the hopes of protecting others from the same fate my friends fell to. College is supposed to be fun, interesting. A time of growing friendships and budding relationships and coming into our own. At least, that's what I expected. The year started out so calmly, or as calm as one might expect the transition from high school to college can be. I managed to meet some wonderful friends, together comprising a group of seven. Silly, fun-loving, closely connected students drawn together. I remember the night, everything, began all too clearly.
I remember Miranda, Hannah, Shane, and I were eating at the Kudoba. A common last resort eating place when the cafeteria was crowded or closed. Miranda and I are quite similar in nature, introverted and shy, and your typical rule followers. Hannah has a bit more outgoing, often prone to making those startingly smooth sexual jokes, and not as much as a goody-two-shoes as Miranda and I tended to be. Shane was that influential friend who is aggravatedly adept at getting you to do what he wants. Be it, good or bad. We were eating dinner, laughing, and talking about Shane's excursions into an abandoned and closed-off insane asylum. He was relating tales of the experience and sharing pictures and videos of the demolished architecture.
We started talking about the tunnels that ran underneath the old, worn-down amphitheater, which sat empty and forgotten behind the building, which housed the math department. I remembered sitting on the stone seats earlier that year in a class meeting with a professor. There had been such a strange atmosphere surrounding the amphitheater then and has sent the chill down my spine. Shane, mentioned how one of his friends, Dan, had delved into the tunnels earlier in the year, boasting about it as if it were a right of passage, who he laughed, and trying to be brave and fearless, I claimed I could easily sneak down there without a problem. I ended up making a promise that would change my life forever. It was late one spring night, and I was spending the evening in Shane's dorm room alongside Sean and Megan in Alexis.
Sean was the loyal brother, bear of the group. One of the most supportive guys you'd ever meet, Megan was incredibly smart. He was a hard worker, and with a soul too pure for this world, Alexis was silly and classy, with a laugh that always managed to bring up the rest of the group to stitches. Somehow, the conversation circled around to the tunnels once more. Shane told everyone else about Dan, and once again, I was confronted with the challenge to break into them. That I know, when I know now, I never would have agreed. I never would have laughed and pretended that I didn't have misgivings. It'd be fun, Shane said, adopting that smile that always managed to convince us. Yeah, I think it'd be pretty cool, I quickly added. Wouldn't it be awesome to see what's down there? The answer to that question is no.
If only I had known it at the time. I don't think it's a good idea, Megan said, looking between Shane and I. I shared her mindset, but wasn't about to back down from my previous stance. As long as I'm not going alone, I'll be fine, I said, trying to lighten the conversation. And who the hell is going to go with you, Alexis interrupted, given me an incredulous look, I laughed, trying to act like I wasn't that concerned. Okay, okay, alone then. But at least I'll have my flashlight taser on me. If anything tries to jump me, I'll tase it to death, I said with a chuckle, and while the other is joined in my laughter, I could tell it wasn't entirely genuine. Everyone had an uneasy feeling about the situation, perhaps, aside from Shane, who had gone on, such an adventure, once before.
This wasn't to say they were scared, Dan had done it before, and there was no reason to be so worried, but the idea was still unsettling. Alright, so when are we going to do this, Shane asked, returning his attention to me. Might as well get it done and over with, I said with the sigh, and while the weather is warm. This weekend, Shane suggested I was taken aback, and my heart leaped for a moment, whether from excitement or dread, I cannot tell. Of course for me, as long as you guys don't leave me down there, Shane joked, I still don't think we should, Megan said quietly, though she was drowned out by my own affirmation of the suggested time. We settled upon Saturday night, when the campus police would be too busy monitoring rooms for alcoholic drug use, watching for party goers who might have broken the law, and patrolling
for any issues along campus walk. When night had fallen, we met in my dorm, and snuck out a back entrance, slipping through the darkness to the amphitheater. We came upon the entrance to the tunnels, a heavy metal door that was thoroughly rusted and held shut by an old metal lock. It was easy enough to open, and before long, we were looking through the door into a long dark hallway, cold air wafted from the tunnels, bringing a strong odor of musty, moldy decay. Oh my god, Alexis gagged, and turned away from the door. My reservations became exceedingly clear, I can't do this, I stated, taking a step back from the door, hanging open, nah, come on, Shane said, looking back to the tunnel, Dan
already did this, it's fine. At that moment, a raccoon dashed from the tunnels and passed those, startling me, I let out a shout, scared by the sudden appearance of the creature. Seriously, Mary, Sean said, with a good nature laugh, I'm jumpy, I exclaimed, blushing red with embarrassment, I didn't mention it at the time, but it had seen more than a raccoon runner front of us, it hadn't been a raccoon, that had startled me. There have been two shadows, one had been significantly larger, much too large to be a raccoon. I tried to convince myself that, had only been a mother and a baby, the hair is on the back of my neck, still stood on end. Come on, just a few minutes and that's all, Shane begged, handed me my flashlight. I clasped it in my hands, trying not to show how shaky they were.
Alright, we'll be waiting for you out here, Miranda said, giving me a hug, I swallowed hard and nodded, afraid my voice would crack and fear if I tried to respond. I took a step toward the door, then another, my heartbeat, faster in my chest, the air was pungent, the batteries in my flashlight were low, and the resulting light was dangerously dim. Have you ever seen a horror movie, and cringed at the stupidity of the main characters? I can remember constantly telling them not to do this, not to do that, aggravated an annoyed that they're making such basic and childish mistakes, funny. How when you're in a situation like that, you never listen to your own instincts, images of horrible creatures flooded my mind, but I pushed them all back, once the words that
I could run into, spiders, I'm not afraid of those, now I wish I had been. I hesitantly entered the cavern, it was dark and damp, and as you might expect, a decade's old tunnel to feel, but there was something off. Something unnatural hung in the air, and I don't mean ghostly and supernatural. There was a strong sense of dread that washed over me, but just as every horror protagonist ever, I kept going, I ignored my instincts. I walked several hundred feet through, until I came to a split, one to the left, and one to the right. I quickly checked down both halls with my flashlight, half expecting to see some hideous nightmare creature looming from the darkness.
Of course I saw nothing. Both sides were equally unnerving, so I opted to move toward the left. I felt a little warmer, a left passage, and I came upon another branching path shortly. I turned left again, hoping I would be able to remember the way back. The air grew warmer. Geothermal energy, I thought to myself, trying to comprehend the sudden change in temperature, when suddenly there was a sickening crack beneath my feet. I turned my flashlight down, and jumped back when I saw what I had stepped upon. There was a corpse of a rat, but it was unlike any corpse I had ever seen, part of the bones were showing where flesh had been dissolved off of them and left stark white. Their pieces were almost mummified, as if the natural decomposition process had been
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My breathing halted and I began to feel overwhelmingly claustrophobic. I fought against nausea that suddenly churned my stomach. It wasn't natural, nothing about these tunnels was natural. Why was the pungent odor getting much stronger? Why did the air seem to be getting warmer? I raised my flashlight and froze. I don't remember if I was breathing or not. All I could think about was what had just been illuminated. There was a creature hunched down before me. Maybe the size of a medium dog or a fox or something like that. To say it looked humanoid would be not quite accurate. Its posture resembled a hunched over kid, but its head was a little too big for the body below it.
Its eyes bugged out of its skull, taking up at least one third of the head itself. There was no color to them, only dark black and an opaque, bluish covering. Long fangs extended from its mouth, but it lacked a lower jaw. A curled-up tongue, similar to a proboscis of a butterfly, curled behind the fangs, hanging openly in the air. The claws that extended from its thick, thin limbs, curved against the damp, concrete beneath us. Every bone seemed close to protruding from the creature's skin, which was a sickly green color. As if it, too, were caught between decomposition and mummification. I couldn't move. Slowly, the creature turned its head to face me, leaning forward.
It hung uncurled and swept across the floor, as if searching for a scent or abnormality. Creaking, like the sound of a door, emanated through the tunnel as it moved toward me slowly and methodically, its claws twitch slightly as it moved, the unlitting eyes pulsing. I was petrified, and I couldn't breathe. My entire being trembled in fear, but my brain seemed incapable of transmitting the signal to move. The adrenaline that rushed through my body couldn't force me to turn in run. The taser, upon my flashlight, was long forgotten. As it neared, the air grew increasingly warmer, as if inside the creature a small and ferno was roaring. The rotten, decaying scent of death loomed closer, and suddenly, my brain fixed the broken
signal, and my body leapt into action. I turned on my heels, and ran, thrown all caution to the wind. A screech echoed behind me, unearthly and ungodly, dying away into sounds eerily similar to the popping cracking of a fire. I turned a corner here in the sound of something splattering against the wall beside me. There was a hissing noise, like gas being released from a tire, and my feet moved even faster. I turned a corner and saw the faint moonlight of the doorway so much further than I had hoped. I dashed for the exit, calling out to Miranda, to Sean, to whoever was waiting for me outside. My brain didn't comprehend the fact that by running toward the exit, I was learning the creature to the people. I cared about most. It didn't occur to me that the tunnels had been locked up for a reason other than
trespassing college students. It had been bolted, behind great iron doors. They keep whatever that thing was, locked away, and I released it. Ron was the only thing I remember shouting. I recall the confusion on their faces as they shown their flashlights through the tunnels, the recognition as they saw me, and the dread as they laid eyes upon the nightmare behind me. They scattered, though I hadn't seen Meg and Hannah or Lexus, I only fleetingly consider that. They had left early. I glanced behind me as foolish people always do. To see if it was still chasing me, the creature had paused, clicking and creaking at the doorway. I slowed, wondering if it couldn't cross the threshold, then I saw the others.
There was more than one. A whole colony of those things hiding away beneath our very school, unearthed by nobody other than me. Sean, Miranda, and Shane found me, pulling on my arms and yelling at me to move to get out of there, but I was petrified again with all those giant black orbs trained on me. I was pulled back slowly toward my dorm when something crunched beneath my feet. I looked down, Megan's glasses, no, no, no, no, I began to cry, feverish nonsense building from my lips, Miranda froze, staring down at the abandoned frames and broken lenses.
No word could be spoken by anyone. Only Sean's pushing moved us from our paralysis, and by then the creatures had begun to spill out into the surrounding area. They paced a decent distance from us back and forth like panthers about the lunge. Their movements jared and shuttered, perhaps due to the sickening disproportion of their limbs. The hind legs were severely shortened, and the arms, including the claws at the end, were at least twice their size. We ran, and we ran as fast as we possibly could, but we couldn't beat them. I used to roll my eyes at the hero who sacrificed themselves for the rest of the group, who, in a situation like that, would know they all couldn't escape. How could they discern the dangers so quickly and definitively, and who would be crazy enough
to sacrifice themselves and embrace death, how foolish I was, Sean fought them off. He knew we all wouldn't be able to make it yet, Sean, loyal, protective Sean, turned toward the creatures, and charged. I think I called his name, I can't remember, I was a coward, I didn't go back for him. I tried to make myself feel better by reasoning that his sacrifice was to give us more time to escape, that his death wasn't in vain, they swarmed him. I could tell that much from the sounds that assaulted my ears, I ran, ran, stumbling over everything I came across in my fervor, then I almost tripped over something that made me stop dead in my tracks. There was a body, unrecognizable, half bone and half mummified flesh, surrounded by
a pool of dark red liquid, an overwhelming stench, lingered in the air, and I gagged. I heard the screeching again, echoing in my ears, and I heard Miranda shout Shane's name. I dared to look back and saw her a couple of feet behind me, watching in horror as the terrible scene unfolded. It's too difficult to describe what happened. My mind still cannot firmly grasp the reality of it, the sheer brutality of it. But I must mention the few important things I learned about these creatures. They possess an acid like venom, they can shoot from their fangs, that dissolves flesh into a soupy mess. Your tongue serves as straws to suck up the liquid left behind by the venom. And their body, with the heat emanates, is used to keep untouched the flesh undisolved
and free of decay. Sheer panic overwhelmed me. I grabbed Miranda's arm and dragged her along behind me. My dorm wasn't that far from the amphitheater, but it felt like miles, clicking and creaking and howling and screeching echoed around us, though not as unanimous as before. As if several of them had fallen back, their cries chased after us. We didn't stop until we had taken refuge behind the doors to my dorm. Miranda collapsed to the ground, breaking down into sobs and incomprehensible cries. I peered through the window of the door, attempting to catch my breath and fighting back the weariness that accompanied the fading adrenaline. They had stopped a couple feet back from the lights that illuminated the entryway, moving forward only to leap back with loud screams. Their eyes shrank noticeably when they came in contact with the harsh light, and the
creatures began shaking their heads violently. I kept watching until, with shrill streaks, they gave up and faded away into the darkness. Their shuddering bodies melted into blackness. Someone discovered the bodies the next day. There was a fair amount of noise and concern created by the incident, but I avoided the scene as best I could. I texted every one of my friends and the vain hope that it had all been a dream. No answers. I beat upon their doors, sobbing, trying to awaken them. It was no use. They were gone and never to return. The police only barely recognized the bodies, and on the Lexus had been identified by fingerprints left upon the items they carried.
Sean and Shane, well, I saw what happened to them. Megan was nowhere to be found, though her shattered glasses answered that question well enough. After that incident, I refused to be outside after dark, especially once the disappearances began. Students would banish for several days, only to be found in remote places on and off campus. Their bodies torn and dissolved, just as my friends had been. They radiated outwards. Soon, the citizens of the town began to fall prey to those horrendous creatures. Police, after the incidents began to accumulate, began calling for the arrest and capture of somebody carrying knives and acid, or some other type of corrosive bioweapon.
Though, never find the criminal, there's none to find. I know, Miranda knows, we are the only ones. Those creatures cannot be stopped. They have been trapped, contained, and now, no longer. They're free to prey upon the human populations they come in contact with, and at the rate they're spreading. I transferred once the semester was over. I moved to the college in my hometown, and Miranda followed me. Neither of us wanted to remain on that cursed campus, and that forsaken town. I share the story in hopes that helpless lives might be saved. Even if I must face the consequences of that terrible night, I beg of you. Hear my plea.
Don't go out at night. Don't travel without something to protect yourself, and please, if you hear creaking or cracking, if you feel a temperature change, no matter how subtle. Run, run for your life. There's a world where legends race across city skylines, romance blossoms in glittering ballrooms, and there's magic around every corner. It's a world known to many as Great Britain. Have seen the action on screen, now visit the real star of the show, visit Great Britain. To discover more, go to tripadvisor.com slash Great Britain.
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