Mametchi (2014-05-03 01:14:37)

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The other two people in my group had gone off toward the stairs, and I wanted to take a quick peak out of the window to the west of us. We had been in the old mill for maybe an hour or so already and had seen some pretty amazing old equipment. The others started to descend, I snapped a quick and crappy pic of the window, then turned around and headed back. I could hear their whispers off in the distance, far away from me now I stepped quickly and heavily across the glass of the shattered window.

As I hopped back out into the main factory floor, I could see the faint beams of their flashlights flickering at the bottom of the staircase some 30 yards away. For only a moment, I caught a glance to my right of a darkened tunnel with a circular arch above it, and red and orange pipes lining either side. It seemed so out of place in the factory floor, like it was new or barely used, maybe some long-forgotten passageway around the hustle and bustle of the Sugar Mill beyond it.

I moved toward the tunnel, readying my camera as I felt the little hairs on the back of my neck stand tall. The cold was setting in, and I could not longer hear my party's voices in the distance. I couldn't hear anything but my quiet, careful footsteps on a bolt or creaky metal panel. I stood in the entrance, just beneath the arch of the tunnel. It was dark in there, so I popped up my flash on my new camera and held down the trigger, not expecting anything. As I held it down for it to focus and I stared at the tiny, LCD screen I saw it. I saw that tall, dark figure staring straight back at me from the other side of the tunnel.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't think.

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TREEhugger101 (2014-05-03 01:40:22)

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B-but... where's the funny plot twist?! ;n;

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