Emily woke up to find herself hanging upside down. This surprised her and she wondered what was holding her up from completely falling to her possible death. From the corner of her eye, she noticed that it was some rope that was surprisingly strong enough to hold her up. She looked down to see how far down the ground was from her.
"Oh god!" she cried.
It wasn't just herself that her mind began racing about. Her thoughts shifted to Matt. He wasn't anywhere near her and this worried her. Was Matt dead? Did he make it out alive?
"Oh my god, Matt!" she called, hoping to hear him, but was met with nothing. "Matt!"
She struggled against the rope that was holding her foot, desperate to get out.
"Oh Jesus!"
She decided to try to stretch her body out to see if that would do anything to release her from the rope. Much to her dismay, it happened to no avail.
"Oh shit!" she groaned, still struggling against the rope.
The raven-haired woman suddenly stopped struggling when she noticed part of the bar that must've come from the tower from the corner of her eye. This gave her an idea, one that had to work. If it didn't, she didn't know what she would do next.
Using as much strength from her whole body that she could muster, she swung back and forth, stretching her body further and further to get herself closer to the bar closest to her. She swung back and forth about five times before she successfully jumped to the furthest bar. Much to her surprise, the rope that held her up broke apart, freeing her completely in the process.
However, the raven-haired woman realized that she couldn't celebrate just yet. She noticed a what looked to be a landing platform right across from her, and she knew she would have to monkey-bar her way to the platform if she wanted to get out safely. So, she did monkey-bar her way across, sudden creaking sounds didn't alleviate her growing fears and concerns.
She suddenly stopped when the creaking sound cued again. She looked up to see what was going on, her eyes widening, and her mouth hung open at what she saw. Much to her horror, she noticed a falling flaming piece of what she was sure was the tower coming down towards her. She was worried that this falling piece could either burn her or injure her.
Quickly thinking, she let her left hand go of the bar and the piece came down, passing her without injuring her. She sighed of relief before she realized that she had to go on. She had just two more bars to hold onto before she could find it safe to let go.
Emily continued, feeling her body slowly become sore, but she knew stopping at this moment when her life was in danger was a risk she was not willing to take. She forced herself to keep going with hope that this maniac that Chris and Ashley spoke about earlier wouldn't come try to track her down in this place.
At last, she felt comfortable enough to fall onto the platform, preferably without hurting herself. She let go of the bars, forcing her body to reach for the platform. Much to her relief, she made it, but the landing was a bit painful, given that she landed on her back on the platform.
The young woman sat up, looking up at the now fallen and broken tower above her. It humored her to believe that she survived that, after worrying about her possible death.
Huh, seems like you taught me this, Matt, she thought. When I see you again, or when we get out alive, I want to apologize to you for being such a bad girlfriend.
The creaking cued up again, this time, it was louder than before. The brunette could see that the tower was once again coming apart and could potentially trap her if she didn't move out quick.
She scooted back as quick as she could, though watching the falling tower nearly paralyzed her from shock. Much to her dismay, she wasn't fast enough as a piece of tower came falling, though smaller than the last one she saw. This one though scratched her knee, making her cry out from the pain. She noticed that blood was oozing out of it and could potentially stain her jeans, though she realized that she had to put her perfectionist mindset on the back burner until she survived this already horrifying night.
She scooted back again, hoping that this time, she would be fast enough to avoid being hit at all. She watched the tower slowly break apart, until it came down fast. Much to her relief, she wasn't hit this time.
Emily got up on her feet, taking a little time to shake off the pain from her knee. She didn't realize it would hurt her that much, but despite the pain, she had to figure out something to help her move on.
She found this place to be rather creepy for a few reasons. She heard several screeches that sounded very much like an animal, but one that she didn't know of. It was also awfully dark but using her phone as a light source was the last thing she wanted to do, as she knew it would drain the battery.
She noticed a log that was in a large tin can close to her and a small fire close to her, an idea popped into her head. She was about to think about putting the wooden log in the fire, but she realized that if she did that, it would burn into ash, rendering the log useless in the end. She looked down at the hem of her top rather mournfully, realizing that using it would be the safest way to help prevent anything bad from happening.
She tore off the hem of her top then began wrapping around the top of the log. It pained her to do this, knowing how much she adored this top.
"Oh god," she sighed sadly. "Here goes six hundred bucks. Better be worth it, I looked great in that top."
After wrapping the hem of her top around the top of the log, the young woman carefully dipped the hem-covered log in the tin of oil, still hoping this would be worth it. She then took it out of the tin then lit it with the fire she came across earlier. She smiled to herself, the creation of her own personal torch was making her feel better about having to walk through this creepy place.
"Alright, now we're talking," she said, her voice was barely above a whisper, but still noticeably more cheerful.
Using her newly made torch as a source of light, she walked forward, this place was slowly becoming unsettling to her. More sounds could be heard, like screeches, but she told herself it was likely just some animal that was roaming in mountain. However, she heard it again, this time listening more closely. No way in hell did it sound human, but she was slowly beginning to doubt that it was some strange animal, but maybe some kind of monster.
"Hello?" she asked, her voice was quivering.
There was no answer, but the raven-haired woman began to assume that maybe it was because she was too quiet. However, she wasn't going to scream her lungs out for fear that someone or something could be on the lookout for her, especially the maniac.
Sighing, she continued forward, only to notice a fence from the corner of her eye. Out of her curiosity, she walked towards the fence, only to see an old, large mine cart alone on the track on the other side of the fence. This was enough to tell her something about her own whereabouts.
You're in a mineshaft, Emily, said a voice in her head.
Shuddering, she turned away from the cart and the fence, now beginning to hope that she would find a way out of this mess. Without much thinking, she turned to her left, hoping this could lead a way out of this damn mine. The hill downward was rather steep, but Emily found herself to be glad she wore the right pair of shoes, though she and her friends had no idea that this was what their weekend was going to end up starting with. Slipping would be the last thing she wanted, not to mention the secondhand embarrassment that she would suffer from.
Her eyes scanned at where the track seemed to start for the minecarts to travel. This place was becoming weirder and weirder every minute.
Shaking her head, she turned away from the track then took notice of a door on her right. Curious, she walked towards it in hope that she could find something interesting in it. She tried to open the door, but to no avail. It was locked.
The young woman huffed then turned away from the door, noticing another minecart from the corner of her eye. She was about to head towards the cart when something in her mind told her that there may be more things for her to look at.
Giving into her thoughts, she turned away from the cart, this place still vaguely giving her creeps. Despite that, she had to keep her head straight in order to survive and get out of here alive.
To her left, she took notice of a lone chest on the ground. She walked towards it then slowly opened it, though keeping low expectations on what could be in it. However, she was surprised to find a framed photo in the chest. She picked it up to get a closer look at it to see that the photo was of a group of miners. Intrigued, she turned the photo over to the back to see two notes, appearing to be written with either black ink or a sharpie for that matter. The handwriting looked scrawled, though didn't take too long for the young woman to make out the words on it.
The first written note appeared to be on the top right-hand corner of the frame.
The Blasting Crew
The second note appeared to more front and center of the frame.
Preparing to dynamite the new shafts
North West Mines,
December 1951
Emily found this even more intriguing than before, but she knew that she couldn't just sit here all day. She needed to find Matt and find a way out of this damn mine. She put the photo down then walked away from it, now looking around to see if there was anything else interesting.
Much to her dismay, there was nothing interesting around here. Just a dark place as she shined her torch in the darker areas for better light.
She headed for the minecart that she found earlier, now wondering what she could do. She examined it carefully, wondering how to work this cart. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a lever beside it, very much could be used to allow the cart to go. She pulled the lever, though it did take a little effort on her part.
After she pulled the lever, the cart begin the roll down, faster than she thought. Quickening her walking pace, she followed the rolling cart, only to see it break through the door because of its speed. It did eventually stop when it hit the buffers, though not hard enough to make it flip over or topple over.
Relieved that the door was now open courtesy of the minecart that broke it, the young woman walked to the door and noticed what looked to be a torch that needed light that hung against the wall. Remembering her own little torch she created earlier, she used it to light up the torch on the wall, allowing for there to be more light. She smiled to herself before turning away from the torch, wondering where to head to next.
Taking notice of what appeared to be a mine elevator, she looked at it curiously, wondering if it still worked or not. Just by the look of it, it was rusty and old, and she wasn't sure if it worked or not. Deciding to play it safe for the moment, she walked away from the elevator to find anything interesting in this place.
Dead ahead, she saw what looked to be some kind of machine that at first from the distance that she was from it, she couldn't tell what it was. She slowly walked closer to it, only to see that it was a clock-in machine, likely for the miners to clock themselves in and out of work here. She was sure working in this mine seemed dangerous by the looks of it, especially with how old and nearly decrepit the elevator looked. The thought made her shudder.
She walked away from the clock-in machine, only to be rudely interrupted by the sound of someone's flamethrower going off. The sound startled her enough that she jumped and screamed without thinking.
"What the hell?" This was the only think she could say about this.
She continued down the creepy cave-like mine, only to see an old, dirty sign up ahead just behind a rusted ladder. She walked closer to the sign to see words printed boldly in red.
Blackwood Mines
This area of the mine has recently suffered structural collapse
Please contact foreman: H. Tanner
Refer to map: 4C-8 for more details
Emily's eyes went wider than saucers at reading this. She had several questions running through her head that she could barely keep her head together. How did the mine collapse? When did the mine collapse? Did these miners make it out safe? Were there any miners in this place? Did any of the miners survive?
Emily wasn't sure, but it ached her to think that this sudden collapse happened and there was no telling of any survivors. This place was certainly creepier than she thought.
Shuddering, she turned away from the sign then decided that it would be best to climb up the ladder, though she was worried it would be too old to hold her weight. Taking a deep breath, she slowly climbed up the ladder, keeping a tight grip on her torch with her left hand.
Before she could make it to the upper level, the ladder gave way as it toppled over, nearly falling on her, but she quickly moved out before she could potentially be crushed. She screamed as she slid down a hill before dropping to the ground, the landing hurt a bit. She groaned as she got back to her feet. Much to her horror, she noticed that she didn't have her torch with her. It occurred to her that she must've lost it while she fell from the ladder.
The raven-haired woman realized that she had no choice but to use her phone for any source of light. The thought frustrated her, knowing that it wasn't the smartest idea, but she knew that trying to maneuver through the mine in the dark was the last thing she wanted to think about.
Sighing, she pulled out her phone from her pocket, hoping for when she turned on the light, she would just see the huge rock wall. When she turned on the light of her phone, she was instead greeted by several skeleton heads that looked old and dirty, staring directly at her, at least that was how she perceived it. The sight of them made her sick to her stomach and she screamed, turning away in disgust.
"Gross!" she gagged.
She was determined to get away from this place as she continued forward, still using her phone as her light source because she was sure she lost her torch earlier.
Another strange sound could be heard, causing her to jump in surprise. Her mind was racing, and her heart hammered in her chest, but she knew that she had to go on.
She noticed an area that seemed to be blocked by planks of wood. She sighed before pushing through the planks before it broke, allowing for her to enter the area. To her, it felt like this cave was endless and the thought made her shudder again.
She continued to walk down the dark cave, still using her phone as her best source of light to look around to either find anything interesting, to find Matt's whereabouts, or to get out of there. She noticed something further ahead, deciding to investigate what it was. All it was to be was a piece of something, like that came out of a ladder, making her ponder a bit about this.
The young woman turned away from it, still trying to find a way out or at least to find Matt. She noticed something on the ground and decided to investigate it. It turned out to be a miner's helmet. She shuddered again.
"Really weird," she said nervously before turning away from it.
She walked around the place, still shining her phone light around the place and still creeped out by this place.
Up ahead, she noticed another chest, somewhat convinced that this wasn't the same one that she came across earlier. She opened the chest, noticing something in it.
She took a closer look in the chest to see that it appeared to be a photo. She picked up the photo to see that it showed a man, a woman, and a girl. To her, they seemed to be a nuclear family and by the looks of it, the man looked to be the miner.
Seeing this family photo made her sad, remembering the fun pictures of her with the twins before they disappeared. Before things changed dramatically all because of a prank started by Jess, though the raven-haired woman felt sorry for hurting the twins like this.
Emily returned her focus to the photo, turning it over to the back to see a neatly handwritten note in what appeared to be black ink.
Dearest Billy,
Hurry home safety to your loving wife and daughter,
Love Louise
Emily couldn't help but feel bad for this Louise person who wrote this little note. By the looks of it, it was obvious that the wife and the daughter were worried and missing their husband/father.
Sadly sighing, the raven-haired woman put the photo down then noticed a rock wall that she could climb. Remembering the slight pain on her knee, she was careful to climb up the wall without hurting herself any further. She found herself successful with climbing up this rock wall.
Further up, she saw a ladder that she could climb up, which she was more than pleased about. She climbed up the ladder then made it to the top without issues.
Ahead, she saw what appeared to be like a bridge. She walked across it, hearing a bit a creaking which worried her. She was about to get herself paranoid about this, but she made it across with full success.
Unfortunately, her little victory was rudely interrupted when she heard a beeping sound. A horrible thought rang in her head as she checked her phone battery, her fears were confirmed. Her phone battery was out, at the worst possible time. She knew that now; she was forced to walk in this darkness without any other sources of light.
"Shit!" she hissed.
She put her phone in her pocket then continued forward, only to notice something unsettlingly familiar about this area. She saw the mine elevator, the clock-in machine, and lightened torch she lit with her own torch earlier when she had it. She realized that she was back to the area where she was before. She didn't know whether to laugh or to groan at the thought of coming back to this area, so she kept silent for her own sake.
She noticed something dead ahead on the ground and wondered what it could be, and it looked like there was fire too. She took a closer look, only to sigh in relief when it was the torch she made earlier. Picking it up, it felt good for her to have any source of light at all again, especially given the situation when her only remaining source of light decided to die on her.
She noticed a panel close to her, so she walked closer to it, seeing a switch that looked like it had to be pulled at least for her to try to see if it worked. She pulled the switch, seeing the lights turn on around the area, which she couldn't help but sigh in relief.
"Finally, something works."
The young woman didn't say anymore as she walked away from the panel. She headed downstairs, noticing a bottle with what appeared to be a pebble near a fenced area. This confused her, wondering why someone would leave this here.
Brushing it off, she turned away from the fence then walked down the path, the area still giving her the creeps. She eventually found herself in a cave-like area, this area feeling creepier to her than other areas she explored. She looked up to see a large opening and seeing white, which she figured out to be snow. She was sure that this was outside, and she couldn't be more relieved than she already was.
"Yes!" she cheered to herself.
She tried to climb up the rock wall that was part of the cave. Unfortunately, she found the rock to be very slippery because some ice had gotten onto the rock. She ended up sliding down the wall, realizing that climbing would be impossible.
She walked away from the wall, hoping for another way out that wasn't so difficult or to find Matt safe and sound.
Instead, she found something else entirely. On the ground, she noticed it was a pair of glasses. She walked closer to them then knelt, seeing the jet-black color and the horned-rimmed look to them. She remembered them all too well and there was only one person she knew who wore these glasses.
"Hannah?"
This rung questions for the raven-haired woman. Was Hannah down here? Why are her glasses here?
Emily couldn't piece it together about this. She stood up then continued her journey in this creepy ass mine. Her thoughts about the older twin ran wildly in her head that she barely paid attention to where she was going, only to be caught by surprise when she bumped into an old, rusted barrel.
"Fuck!" she hissed.
She was about to turn away when she saw what appeared to be a photo on the barrel. She picked it up to see that it was a photo of Hannah wearing a tank top, showing her black-inked butterfly tattoo. Emily was puzzled as to why this photo ended up down here, but she turned the photo to the back, seeing a neatly handwritten note in ink.
When are you getting yours, Beth? :)
Emily remembered Hannah's tattoo very well. It was some kind of cherished prize Hannah would show off to a lot of her friends.
The raven-haired woman placed the photo back on the barrel then continued down the dark cave. She kept a tight grip on her torch, shining it all over her surroundings.
She suddenly stumbled upon a sign that read: DANGER.
"Great," she grumbled. "Danger is my middle fucking name."
She turned away from the sign then continued her journey down the mine. The longer she stayed here, the creepier it felt. It wasn't like someone pulled a nasty prank that led her down here because as far as she was concerned, there were no pranks here. Instead, she was chased down by a fucking maniac and ended up down here, separated from Matt. She laughed humorlessly at the thought, though stopped laughing because at that point, she was sure that she might have caught someone's attention.
She saw a wooden fence that appeared to be blocking something. Thinking that there was something important behind it, she moved it to see a date carved on the rock that was all too familiar to her.
02 • 02 • 14
"That was exactly one year ago," she said, surprised to see it.
Below it, she saw tally marks that were carved on the rock. This had to mean something to her. It wasn't like the twins disappeared somewhere in the forest or something. This marked carving had to mean that the twins ended up here, and one of them carved the date, plus these tally marks. Something in the back of her mind told her that this might've been a sign of how long the twins had been here and were somehow unable to leave the mine, had they fallen here.
Shuddering at the thought, the young woman continued her journey then turned to her right, noticing some wood in a cross-like shape. She picked it up, seeing that the shape of it was indeed a cross, but there was more to come. There appeared to be writing that looked to be in white.
Beth 2 • 02 • 14
The young woman shivered at the sight of it, horrible thoughts running through her head like a race car.
"Beth..." she gasped. "Oh Jesus."
She put the cross down, now questions running through her head as to why that cross was there and why it was made. Did Beth die from the fall? If Beth got her cross, where was Hannah? Why didn't Hannah get a cross with her date of death? Was Hannah not dead or something?
Emily shook her head at these thoughts, trying to think of them as false assumptions. She didn't want to freak herself out any more than how much she was already freaked out.
The sound of what sounded like a flamethrower cued up, startling her with quite some surprise. She didn't know where it came from, nor did she know if she was actually alone or not.
She walked towards another rusted barrel; this one was not the same from the other barrel she bumped into before she saw Hannah's tattoo picture. She saw a gold chain with a heart, looking very much to be like a locket. She opened the locket to see what was in the locket and her heart hammered in her chest again.
On the left side, there was carved writing that said: To Hannah with love.
On the right side of the locket, there was a picture of the twins with small but noticeable smiles on their faces. Hannah was wearing her glasses while Beth had on her beanie, looking like it was the same beanie she wore the night of the prank. By the looks of it, it had to be Hannah's locket.
The raven-haired woman was shocked to say the least, wondering how Hannah's locket ended up down here. After a moment of deep thinking, a horrible thought rang in her head, this one being that she was sure of it.
Hannah must be alive still, she thought.
She shuddered before putting the locket back on the barrel then walked, finding it hard to entertain the notion that Hannah could still be alive. If Hannah really was still alive, Emily would be shocked to say the least, given that it had been one year since the twins disappeared.
Emily came across a door that was blocking her way. Sighing, she moved it out of the way so that she could pass.
She continued forward, still shining her torch in her surroundings. Up ahead, she saw what looked to be a body sitting against the rock wall. Her aching curiosity told her that she should check it out, so she walked towards the body then tried to move the head which looked to have on a beanie, particularly Beth's beanie. Much to her horror, the head fell to face Emily and the sight almost made her sick to her stomach, the familiarity of it punching her square in the chest.
"Oh god, oh god Beth no, oh god Beth no!" gasped Emily.
It was indeed Beth's head, however, there was so much wrong with it. Beth's head looked dirty, scratched, bruised and rotten, probably from the combination of the fall and being stuck here. Her eyes looked like they were fully rolled to the back of her head, but not quite there yet. Her hair even appeared to be dirty and losing its vibrant brown color. She was wearing a jacket, but when Emily took a closer look, there was no actual body. It was just Beth's head. It was a horrifying sight to say the least.
At that point, Emily made a clear assumption that scared her and grief-stricken her. Beth was dead and did die from the fall. Hannah on the other hand, might as well be still alive. Emily couldn't understand why Beth's head was here, but not her body. Something was wasn't exactly adding up.
Emily turned away from the head then walked forward down the cave. Noticing a door up ahead, she hoped this would lead to somewhere good. She opened the door with success then found herself to be back in the mineshaft where she was the past two times she was here. She was relieved to say the least.
Remembering the mine elevator she saw earlier, she walked towards it to see a switch that she figured she had to pull. She pulled the switch in the elevator and the elevator was going up, much to her relief.
"Come on, let's go!" she urged, getting impatient.
After going up to the next level, the elevator stopped, much her dismay.
"No," she groaned as she got out of the elevator.
She got out of the elevator and was about turn to head forward, but she jumped when she saw a figure clad in a coat, holding a weapon in his arms. He had goggles on and a bandana over the bottom half of his face. If this was the maniac that Chris and Ashley saw earlier, she was certain that they would both win in this situation.
The raven-haired woman quickly turned back to hide by the wood, muffling her breaths so that the figure wouldn't catch her attention. She stood as still as possible, refusing to give away her position.
"Oh god, please don't come this way," she whispered, shuddering.
After staying still for about ten seconds, she ran out of her hiding spot to get away from this maniac that was trying to catch her.
"Get back here!"
The young woman had a bad feeling that it was the maniac who said that. That confirmed her fear that he somehow found his way down here and was now after her. She ran as fast as she could, along the way jumping over a dock-like bridge then found herself in a more closed in cave. She took notice of a patch of oil on the ground, thankful that she didn't slip on it. She had to think fast if she wanted to not be caught.
She could drop her torch on the ground to catch the maniac off guard as to not follow her. However, she had a thought that the maniac might be smarter than she realized, seeing more than enough horror movies that maybe, she shouldn't take her chances. Deciding to keep her torch, she ran off down the cave.
She was met with a dead end, there being a gate that she had to open. She tried to open it, but to no avail. It was locked.
She didn't want to check behind her to see if the maniac was still behind her. So, she took it safe and hid in between two walls of wood, keeping as quiet as possible and staying as still as possible. She had no desire to give away her position to this maniac who was chasing her.
She could see that the maniac was getting closer and closer to her. This made her want to stay still and keep quiet that much more. She closed her eyes for a few moments, wishing this was just a bad dream about everything she came across.
"Hmph!"
Emily opened her eyes when she heard the grunt and much to her horror, the maniac stood there right by where she was hiding, appearing to be staring directly at her. She was now certain that after this, she would be dead, killed by the maniac before she even got a chance to get out of here and find Matt. This was it.
