Post by RaditzSoldier on Feb 18, 2006 21:40:22 GMT -5
Though credibility of my tale may be small, it still must be told. For if we hide the truth we shall see only lies. So, the winter of 1992 was a year of haunted memories. I shudder to tell it, for fear of returning to my nightmares, but I must. The following is a true event that happened to me. This is my nightmare. I am James Hall.
Chapter I
I awoke. Yet I'm not sure if I really awoke then, because my eyes open saw the same as my eyes closed. Pitch dark. It took some hours for me to get used to the lighting, or should I say, lack thereof. I must of slipped in and out of concious in this dark place, because I have many vivid pictures of this place yet none connected. Eventually, I guess my body must have recovered from something, for I was fully concious then. Yet, it really didn't feel like it. The floor beneath me was cold and hard, yet smooth. I heard dripping from some drain off in the distance. Yet it seemed blank to me; my memory was gone. It took me what seemed a few hours to realize that it was gone, for it's kinda blatantly obvious when you can't remember how you got there. Finally, after what seemed days, I sat up. By now, I must credit myself with some visibility in the dark, though only for the distance of ten feet. Past that, the black cloud of darkness enveloped the scene. I turned on my side and got up. I remember feeling weak in the legs, though I was standing. The dripping noise was getting so repetitive by now I was convinced that I should be underwater by now. I took one step. Then another. I kept walking because I figured that it probably wasn't to good to be sitting in the same spot. Whoever or whatever got me here might come back to me. A cold chill went down my spine as the reality dawned on me. At first, all of this seemed some kind of ethereal dream that was haunting me. But it was real. I panicked and was visibly scared; why don't I know where I am? Or more importantly, where am I? Then the scariest thought dawned on me. Who am I? I looked in the back of my mind frantically looking for an identity. All I can remember is the pain of looking in a blank brain. Maybe it was restricted to me, maybe for some reason I couldn't comprehend my own orders to look within myself. I stood there, losing track of time which to me was already lost. Maybe I stood there for an hour, maybe two. It's the kind of feeling I guess an ADD kid gets, the feeling of not being able to concentrate and as a result of you only get short flash-ins to reality. I struggled to go into the present but I couldn't. It was enough to give me a headache. The time passed. Even today I can't quite keep a good timeline of what happened then; I have short bursts of memory that all are different, yet eerily the same. I kinda am blank around there, and the next thing I remember is sitting in front of the broken pipe that seemed like it was trying to kill me with this version of the Chinese water torture. The drips echoed, then echoed again. The puddle was rather large. Then again, the pipe's rust shows that it's probably been at dripping for longer then I've been there. I sat there, losing myself once again in thought. This place was really like some kind of hazy nightmare, some vague memory. I felt cold, I remember that. Oh, the cold. I was wearing a torn white shirt and some torn black pants that were cold in of themselves which just added to this maddening cold I was experiencing. Yeah, I guess I've been warmer before. My memory fades from me at the puddle to me walking in the darkness. I might have mistook this memory as an add-on to the last time I was walking, but now I could see the grim white walls and was ever colder then I used to be. I kept walking when something that wount haunt me for the rest of my life occured. An otherwordly scream echoed through this...place. It was a high-pitched mixed between a jaguar and a little girl. My entire body froze. I can't begin to describe my fear. I guess it's a feeling reserved only for me. I felt my entire body freeze. My eyes grew wide. I tried to shake it off as hysteria, but that was impossible. It's seared into my memory for the rest of my life, which at that time, I considered to be rather short. I would have liked to run, but the cry was something that had enveloped the entire place, and adding to my disorientation, I was dead scared. The cry was so loud it had burst my ears, and all I could hear was the ringing in my ear. I looked around as if trying to find some way to escape. I saw a ledge with a ladder. Now, it probably is a stupid to climb down a ladder on a ledge in some kind of tunnel that you don't know how you got in. But common sense was overruled by fear, and I took the option. I grabbed onto the ladder handle and felt the cold on it. It must have never been touched for centuries because the kind of cold on it is unimaginable. Regardless, still driven by fear, I put my foot on it. Let me divulge to you that at this point I was barefooted, and the cold seemed to fuse with me. I took another step down. I decided to see my destination before traveling to it, so I turned my head to look down. The ladder led far down before being consumed by black. For the next few hours, or what seemed like the next few hours, I kept going down. Further and further I went, but the bottom of the ladder never came inside. Then, the horrid cry sounded out again and I felt the fear. I wasn't going down fast enough so I did the only rational thing an irrational man knew to do. I jumped.
Chapter I
I awoke. Yet I'm not sure if I really awoke then, because my eyes open saw the same as my eyes closed. Pitch dark. It took some hours for me to get used to the lighting, or should I say, lack thereof. I must of slipped in and out of concious in this dark place, because I have many vivid pictures of this place yet none connected. Eventually, I guess my body must have recovered from something, for I was fully concious then. Yet, it really didn't feel like it. The floor beneath me was cold and hard, yet smooth. I heard dripping from some drain off in the distance. Yet it seemed blank to me; my memory was gone. It took me what seemed a few hours to realize that it was gone, for it's kinda blatantly obvious when you can't remember how you got there. Finally, after what seemed days, I sat up. By now, I must credit myself with some visibility in the dark, though only for the distance of ten feet. Past that, the black cloud of darkness enveloped the scene. I turned on my side and got up. I remember feeling weak in the legs, though I was standing. The dripping noise was getting so repetitive by now I was convinced that I should be underwater by now. I took one step. Then another. I kept walking because I figured that it probably wasn't to good to be sitting in the same spot. Whoever or whatever got me here might come back to me. A cold chill went down my spine as the reality dawned on me. At first, all of this seemed some kind of ethereal dream that was haunting me. But it was real. I panicked and was visibly scared; why don't I know where I am? Or more importantly, where am I? Then the scariest thought dawned on me. Who am I? I looked in the back of my mind frantically looking for an identity. All I can remember is the pain of looking in a blank brain. Maybe it was restricted to me, maybe for some reason I couldn't comprehend my own orders to look within myself. I stood there, losing track of time which to me was already lost. Maybe I stood there for an hour, maybe two. It's the kind of feeling I guess an ADD kid gets, the feeling of not being able to concentrate and as a result of you only get short flash-ins to reality. I struggled to go into the present but I couldn't. It was enough to give me a headache. The time passed. Even today I can't quite keep a good timeline of what happened then; I have short bursts of memory that all are different, yet eerily the same. I kinda am blank around there, and the next thing I remember is sitting in front of the broken pipe that seemed like it was trying to kill me with this version of the Chinese water torture. The drips echoed, then echoed again. The puddle was rather large. Then again, the pipe's rust shows that it's probably been at dripping for longer then I've been there. I sat there, losing myself once again in thought. This place was really like some kind of hazy nightmare, some vague memory. I felt cold, I remember that. Oh, the cold. I was wearing a torn white shirt and some torn black pants that were cold in of themselves which just added to this maddening cold I was experiencing. Yeah, I guess I've been warmer before. My memory fades from me at the puddle to me walking in the darkness. I might have mistook this memory as an add-on to the last time I was walking, but now I could see the grim white walls and was ever colder then I used to be. I kept walking when something that wount haunt me for the rest of my life occured. An otherwordly scream echoed through this...place. It was a high-pitched mixed between a jaguar and a little girl. My entire body froze. I can't begin to describe my fear. I guess it's a feeling reserved only for me. I felt my entire body freeze. My eyes grew wide. I tried to shake it off as hysteria, but that was impossible. It's seared into my memory for the rest of my life, which at that time, I considered to be rather short. I would have liked to run, but the cry was something that had enveloped the entire place, and adding to my disorientation, I was dead scared. The cry was so loud it had burst my ears, and all I could hear was the ringing in my ear. I looked around as if trying to find some way to escape. I saw a ledge with a ladder. Now, it probably is a stupid to climb down a ladder on a ledge in some kind of tunnel that you don't know how you got in. But common sense was overruled by fear, and I took the option. I grabbed onto the ladder handle and felt the cold on it. It must have never been touched for centuries because the kind of cold on it is unimaginable. Regardless, still driven by fear, I put my foot on it. Let me divulge to you that at this point I was barefooted, and the cold seemed to fuse with me. I took another step down. I decided to see my destination before traveling to it, so I turned my head to look down. The ladder led far down before being consumed by black. For the next few hours, or what seemed like the next few hours, I kept going down. Further and further I went, but the bottom of the ladder never came inside. Then, the horrid cry sounded out again and I felt the fear. I wasn't going down fast enough so I did the only rational thing an irrational man knew to do. I jumped.