Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-39380631-20190528145139

Fuck I’m shivering.

I got trapped in this cave a while ago… I don’t even know what day it is.

Let me explain how I got here.

I was hiking across a mountain range. It was raining heavily, so the dirt beneath me turned a sickening brown and became slick. Some rain hit me directly in the eye, and it caused me to become disoriented. I slipped and fell around 30 feet off the trail, tumbling through brush, trees, sticks, until landing in front of a void surrounded by stone. My backpack broke my fall to prevent my back from shattering, my leg, however, didn’t turn out as good. I writhed in pain for a couple of minutes before hobbling over to the dark cave to shelter myself from the weather.

My backpack was basically a giant first aid kit. I had a splint, a sleeping bag, flashlight, bandages, Neosporin, and extra water. I shined the flashlight onto my flimsy pained leg to attach the splint, then I wrapped it in bandages just in case. My phone was dead, but I couldn’t use it anyway. Do you think there’s a cell tower in a cave? After resting for a minute with some water, I made the mistake of exploring the cave more. I blasted the darkness of the cave with the flashlight and limped my way across the stone floor.

Immediately, I found my first barrier. Rocks. A lot of them. Considering my broken limb, I can’t climb. So I’ll have to find another way across. Luckily, I saw another opening to the left of me. It was a tight squeeze, but I managed to crawl through without too much pain. But, unfortunately, after getting through the crawl space, my head bumped a plank of wood, which knocked some rocks the size of my torso in front of the hole. Man, I was pissed. A 10x10 foot room made of stone with the only two entrances blocked off with rocks the size of bowling balls. All the while, I have a broken leg. Clearly, someone had created a trap for unsuspecting explorers.

The situation at that point was no food, limited water, first aid, no entertainment, small room, and no help to come for quite a while. I don’t know how long it has been. Days? Weeks? Only God knows. My skin grows pale and flaky, some parts sloughing off in chunks. My hair is thin and greasy, reaching my frail and hungry body. The room I reside in is filthy with defecation and vomit. The air is so thick you could snip through it with scissors. I’ve given up hope for getting rescued, I only wish to die quickly. Slamming my head into the cave walls has only worsened my condition, I find myself blacking out periodically. I can’t even tell for how long. But at least I can rest without discomfort. I write this note in my notepad meant to broadcast interesting findings, but now it has served as my eulogy. The last date I remember is September 18th, 2009. If you have found this notebook, keep it as an interesting artifact of the past. I can hear them calling me. It’s time.

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November 27th, 2017

While exploring a cave in the northern region of Iowa, 5 teenagers, 15 - 18 years old, were found deceased and pinned to the cave walls. A recent autopsy had detailed the blood was drained via the wrists and neck, then the organs were removed through the abdomen. Multiple different interior appendages were found with chunks taken out. While looking deeper into the cave, investigators were described as having, “numbing headaches” and “tendencies to evade eye-contact”. Shadows of a limping figure were also reportedly inside. Inside one of the victims (identified as [REDACTED]) was a saran wrapped notepad documenting a man trapped in the very cave being investigated. It has since been blocked off to the public. The detectives part of the case were sent to therapy and psychiatric hospitals for hallucinations, frenzied and erratic speech, and social isolation.

Don&#39;t let the bed bugs bite. (talk) 14:51, May 28, 2019 (UTC) 