Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26893881-20150813205833

I explored something I shouldn’t have, something truly freighting and thought consuming. Something so hellishly disturbing it will permanently tattooed in my mind for the rest of my life. My name’s Christopher by the way, I live at home with my parents and I’m in my second year at University. I’ve lived in this house for eleven years; since I was ten. Ever since moving in I’ve heard moaning sounds coming from outside my window. Behind all the houses on my street, there’s a railway line and there’s a stream next to my house that runs pleasantly across our street into the tunnel just under the railway. My mom always told me that the noises were just rail works. But, as I got older I then realized that the sounds were very bestial. The afternoon before my “discovery” I decided to have my friends over and we had a barbeque. We were all having a great evening with the food going down and the drinks flowing. I was in a content and relaxed state of mind throughout the night. Until, the end when one of my guests, Darren said he saw two red dots coming from the stream tunnel next to my house. I then asked him, “What made you look, mate?” He then responded with, “I heard strange noises.” I was quite drunk so I didn’t think very much of what was said and all I could think about was going upstairs to bed. So when everyone eventually left, I staggered up to my room and as soon as I landed on my bed I was out like a light. I then woke up around at three in the morning, because I needed the toilet. I then lurched down my staircase still drunk from the afternoon before and began making myself something to eat as I wanted to sober up. Just as I was in the middle of making my midnight snack I heard the moaning sounds. I then remember what my friend had told in regards to the red dots. So after devouring my food I decided to investigate, I got my flashlight, wellington boots and a kitchen knife. I walked down to the bottom of my garden and opened the back gate into the alleyway where the tunnel is. I walked towards the tunnel overcome with apprehension, as I reached the gentle stream and as I was right outside the tunnel I thought to myself, “Here I Go!” I shone the flashlight in the pitch black tunnel and I then proceeded to go inside. As I was exploring through the dim and cheerless waterway I saw nothing overly strange, just the odd wondering rat and dangling cobweb. I then got the halfway point and there two directions I could go. I could go straight on towards the opposite side of the railway track where the water runs into a small river or I could turn right into a deeper underground passage. I choose to go right and went downwards through the inky dark passageway. As I advanced further I saw a dim lit light in the distance. As I got closer I noticed that there were red marks and streaks covering areas of the walls and as I got deeper I noticed something hair-raising. There was a fresh handprint on the wall, but the handprint was beyond anything I had ever seen. The palm was small and the fingers were long and webbed, I could then smell what it was the stench was racing up my nose. It was blood, fresh blood. I processed further and the smell of sewage overcame the stench of fresh blood. I reached the end of the horror fuelled passage and entered a dimly lit sewage tunnel. I followed the direction of the water and began hearing the moaning sounds. But, this time the sounds were much louder and more aggressive. I felt fear overwhelm myself and I reached for the kitchen knife and drew it out faster than Clint Eastwood. I advanced further on with my palms sweating and my heart beating out my chest. As I trod through the foul sewage the noises were getting louder and louder, the blood marks became more and more frequent and the lights got dimmer and dimmer. I then clocked something moving with my flashlight, it was roughly about ten feet away and it look like a tall deep-green skinned amphibian-like humanoid with scaly skin. The creature sharply turned and stared towards me, the creature’s eyes were slowly turning a deep blood-red, and I was quickly been battered by terror. The creature let out a piercing howl and came towards me with its razor-sharp teeth and claws. I then ran without any hesitation splashing through the faecal matter below my knees. I reached the blood-stained tunnel I entered the sewers from and crawled up it as fast as my heart was beating. The thing was a few feet behind me hissing and howling. I then reached the tunnel under the railway and hurried towards the large stream as I didn’t want that thing following me home. The creature was catching up with me and began swaying its claws, it got so close that it began shredding the back of my jacket and trousers and as I was reaching the end of the tunnel the creature began catching my skin with its long serrated talon like claws, and it was the most painful sensation I had ever endured. Once I reached the end I hastily plunged myself into the river and swam towards the shore I looked back towards the tunnel and noticed the monster was still there watching me like a hawk as I swam with relief. I walked towards the main road stumbling and riddled with shock. I eventually got to a payphone and called an ambulance and fainted; I awoke in a hospital safe and sound. It’s been three days since I was released and I’ve heard from everyone but Darren… 