Well, it's that time of year again and with Halloween tomorrow, I thought it fitting for a Ghost story.
True story: Dungeon Rock
I implore you to look it up before I start:
This is not a second telling, I was there.
Back in the late 80's, a couple of my brothers, some friends and I, decide to explore Dungeon Rock
We planned ahead, took 3 flash lights and most importantly one of the best lock picks we knew..
) was a genius but applied his vast knowledge in society's less favorable trades; it was a well known secret that he could open most
locks in seconds (one's imagination could figure out the rest when it applied to his "skills" and how he used them in his private
Back to the story:
At the time, we all thought Dungeon Rock
was a place where Black Beard
buried his treasure, but in fact history records
he was really a pirate named Thomas Veal
from this point on, is a strange and eerily quiet spot in the middle of the woods. It seemed to always become
dead quite before you realized it.
On the way into the woods, there are many sounds of birds and small animals but not in the vicinity around DR
. The entrance to the
Dungeon is located between a split in the bed rock.
At the time, there was a very old, sturdy, thick, metal barred door. This door was double locked, but Billy (our two legged can opener
that door as easy as if he had a key. He, more then once, looked me straight in the eyes and said in that very quiet single toned voice of
his:"Locks are a lot like drugs, makes you feel good until you realize what a waste they are when everything in your life is gone"
We all started down the short flight of old wooden stairs. DR
is carved right out of the bed rock itself. Very much like a semi-round
hole twisting into the earth like some sort of perverted stone spiral stair case but without the stairs. Within a few feet from that door and
staircase, it is absolutely pitch black
Without that single opening, you are completely encased in solid rock. The floor is crushed stone, likely from the drilling machines or blasting from
back in the day.
The air, or lack of it, becomes oppressive as you get deeper
. This is not the place to be if you have phobias of the dark or enclosed
spaces, not at all... as we were walking Billy nonchalantly said "I bet this is pretty much what its like to wake up in a coffin buried
. I said "yea, “pretty much” but thanks for the thoughts
If I knew then, what I know about poisonous gases that leak from the depths that can kill you before you even knew what was going on, I would have
never went down there without proper equipment. But we did and to the bottom of that abyss.
Here at the bottom is were everything in my world changed forever. Everyone from that expedition was effected, one of which pretty much became a
basket case because of what was about to happen....
[edit on 30-10-2009 by kneverr]