Last year, when I was 14, two of my friends and I used to
walk down to 'The Tunnel' every weekend. The tunnel is in
the middle of the bush; it used to be a train tunnel. When
it was first being built, it had fallen down, killing the
workers. They are buried under a large rock across the road
from my house.
The first time I walked there with my two friends, we got a
creepy feeling as we approached the dark entrance (the
tunnel is bent in the middle, so you can't see one end from
the other). Of all the graffiti on the walls, we were drawn
to one, which said 'Rest in peace b**ch' in red paint. When
we looked at it, the walls seemed to quiver and sway,
wriggling like a million cockroaches. Everything darkened,
illuminating the words, which stood out bigger than before,
in blood red. Looking away dizzily, the darkness faded and
the walls settled. When we touched the walls we got a
vision of the tunnel crumbling and men with dirty faces
trying to escape the falling concrete. An indented archway
in the wall has the words 'gate to hell' in red paint.
Touching the words, we felt something crawling over our
hands, like hundreds of claws, a sensation of falling and
our hand seemed to sink into the wall, we had to pull each
other out of it.
One night I dreamt I was at the tunnel at night, and was
standing in front of the gate to hell. The concrete wall
opened up, and I saw a human silhouette with horns,
surrounded with fire. The next day I went to school and
said to my friend that I had a weird dream. Before I could
describe it to her, she told me of HER weird dream, which
was exactly the same as mine! That weekend, I walked there
with one friend; and on the whole walk there (about a half
hour) we kept seeing a black dog following us in the corner
of our eye, and hearing its footsteps on the dead grass.
When we turned around there would be nothing there. At one
point we both heard the sound of a woman crying, and I got
the vision of a woman crouching in the bush, hugging two
small children, crying. Ten minutes later, we both froze at
the same moment. My friend had seen something white moving
down in the gully to the right; I had seen a black creature
rolling down the dusty hill to the left. Not long after
that, the ferns beside the path started rustling. Something
was under the huge thick blanket of leaves. Something about
two metres long, and it was moving closer! We started
running, a feeling of dread following us.
I still go there. Something strange always happens. I
usually bring my dog. She won't take a step into the
tunnel. if I drag her in, she howls and whimpers and
shivers, she can't wait to leave. Smart dog!
Contact me here: frankennoodle@hotmail.com
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