CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "A Cave Diver's Worst Nightmare" Creepypasta

Episode Date: November 14, 2021

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Never leave the line, something we heard the diving instructor say countless times in our cave diving class. If you can't see the line that leads back out of the cave, then you're in trouble. My brother had become obsessed with cave diving. What had been a casual hobby had turned into a burning passion for him, and because I was his diving body, it didn't take long before I found myself in the cave diving certification class. The first time going scuba diving was wonderful. I never had imagined there was an entire intricate world beneath the waves. I could have simply done open water diving for the rest of my life and being content.

But that was not what my brother was like. He was always trying to push to try the new exciting challenge, and this had gotten us into trouble more than once. That was why I should have known to pump the brakes when he started talking about cave diving. There is no doubt in my mind that cave diving could be a wonderful, peaceful experience, if done right. But the combination of my brother's ego and the deceptively dangerous pitfalls involved with cave diving should have sent me running for the hills.

My brother had spent quite a bit of time searching the different caves to dive around where we lived. He kept saying the word siphon over and over, and finally I asked him what it was. Most people cave dive in springs where the water flows outward And the current will push you towards the entrance A siphon however is when the water flows into the cave Pulling you away from the entrance It seemed like the ultimate test which was irresistible to my brother Who was in a constant state of having something to prove

That was why before completing our certification We had taken off for an underwater cave in Pennsylvania My brother argued that we had more than enough training, being certified in advanced open water. For some reason, I went along with it. We were headed off to the entrance of an underwater system, referred to as Conkey Hole. My brother had mentioned that it had been part of an old Native American legend back when the Lennepie tribe still lived in these parts. He said that a young man, after being rejected by his love, dove into the hole, and only a pool. of blood came out of the other side, miles away, where the underwater cave system flowed out

into a bay. At the time, I had laughed and rolled my eyes. After long car ride, we'd reached the dive site. I was surprised at how deserted it was. It was just a small pond in the middle of Pennsylvania. There was a bed and breakfast in the distance and a Christmas tree farm, but other than that, it was quiet. That's it, I said. I was expecting something bigger. There is an entrance somewhere in there, he said. There was a fire in his eyes which was infectious.

I was starting to see the appeal of going exploring, but I wondered if we really were prepared. It is well known that only those with proper cave diving certification are allowed to go diving into caves. We were not yet certified. My brother kept saying, that because we were certified for advanced open water diving, we would be fine. I was starting to have second thoughts as we approached this murky pond.

We suited up and began the dive. The water was a little cold, but I quickly adjusted and became acclimated to my new surroundings. As I started to look around, my first thought was that there was nothing that interesting, and maybe our trip had been a waste of time. The pond wasn't that big. not more than 50 feet in diameter, and it seemed to be mostly shallow. But as my eyes darted around towards the bottom, I saw what looked like a small fissure. My brother had seen it too, and he immediately started swimming for the entrance.

I followed. Being relatively new, we both had a single tank set up, which only afforded us about 45 minutes of air. The rule was to use a third to explore, a third to get out, and a third. just in case of emergencies. That was why we agreed to only be in there for 15 minutes before turning back. We swam closer to the fissure and I was expecting for it to be more pronounced. It was only a small crack, just big enough to squeeze through. These are known as restrictions and have been known to be the end of many a cave diver.

Get stuck in an underwater squeeze and you'll run out of air, especially from all the breathing which drains your tank. These restrictions were just the type of thing my brother loved, and he immediately began to wriggle his way into the fissure. He began to kick up the mud that pervaded the bottom of the pond. It was becoming difficult to see him, but after a brief struggle, his body disappeared through the fissure. I was next.

I must admit that squeezing my way through the sharp rock surface with sensitive gear that my life depended on was not my idea of a good time. I figured if I can make it through this part, then it might be worth it. I started wiggling my way in. The rock face on the other side was surprisingly sharp. I shimmed on and noticed the turn. I had to rotate my body around to be able to bend through. I kept forcing my way deeper into the fissure,

and sure enough, after a time, I broke into the large chamber. The only light was faint coming from the tunnel I just passed through. Only a meter into the chamber turned to complete darkness. I could see my brother there shining his light around. It was truly a wonder to behold. In all directions going out, there was blackness, and who's to say, how far out it went. I immediately understood my people did this.

I shine my light around the entrance, and along the wall, there was mud interspersed with striking orange rocks. It felt like being on another planet. The light eventually tapered off into the blackness. My brother tied off a line to the rock face, and, after making sure it was secure, started frog kicking along the wall. Together we started down what seemed to be a large tunnel, though we could only see one side. Occasionally, a critter would swim or crawl by.

and gave me a sense of ease. At least we weren't the only things down here. Something was able to survive. We moved deeper into the cave, frog kicking, careful not to kick up too much debris, but neither of us was very good at it. Nonetheless, we pressed forward into the large chamber, deeper, farther from the entrance, farther from air.

Almost at once, the mucky orange rocks turned into a pinkishew. as if we had entered what seemed like another biome. Stalactites by the hundreds eerily coated the ceiling, and I gazed with wonder as my light passed over them, only for them to once again fall back into the infinite darkness in which they dwelt. I was surprised to see the occasional smaller, pale crustacean walking around. It seemed like a place so inhospitable to life, yet here it was. My brother seemed eager to see walls around the knee.

next corner. We were getting deeper and I looked at my dive computer. We had several minutes left of air, but my brother's kicking made me nervous. He started flutter kicking to get himself deeper. He was starting to kick up all types of debris. As the cave system went deeper, I could see that it branched off into several directions. My brother tied off the line he'd been laying as we had been instructed. But before I could catch up to him to signal the frog kick, he was already off again. I love diving, but my brother has this nasty habit

of turning fun things into competitions. This wasn't the first time that I felt as though he was acting dangerously during a dive. I was going to really give it to him when we got out. He continued unrelendingly towards what looked like the next restriction. He positioned his body and began to shimmy his way into the crack.

This was the part that always made me nervous. Many cave divers preferred to use a single mount rig or a rebreather called a sidewinder to be able to fit into tighter spaces. Being relatively new to this, we had tanks mounted on our backs.

This made it more difficult to pass through the restrictions. What would happen if you got stuck, and I couldn't pull him out? Going through restrictions while cave diving is very dangerous, yet it allows you to explore a place that may never have been visited by human beings in entire history of Earth.

This enticed me. It was truly the last frontier on this planet. He continued to shimmy deeper, and soon his fins fell into darkness. I hovered there in the water for a moment. It can be much more difficult to back out of a restriction than going forward. The last thing you want is to create a traffic jam underwater, with limited air. Still, as I tread there alone in this underwater chamber, which seemed so isolated, so far removed from the rest of humanity,

so far removed from the comforts and distractions of all the daily minutée, which present the illusion that being alive in this world is somehow normal. I began into the restriction. The last thing I wanted to do was have an existential crisis alone in an underwater chamber. The rocks were sharp and abrased my suit. I carefully continued to shovel deeper into the squeeze. It was tight. At one point I can only wigger my leg a matter of inches up and down.

I wasn't getting used to passing these restrictions. On the other side, I saw my brother again, shining the light around. He had already tied off another line and started swimming out into the chamber. I logged on my dive computer. We were deeper now, and we would have to turn back soon. We continued on what seemed like an endless maze. It seemed to be a large tunnel carved by an underwater stream over millennia

There were massive boulders that we began to weave through It was magnificent The water in this chamber was pristine And had yet to be mucked up by a kicking Yet as I looked around I noticed that the silt we were kicking up seemed to be drifting It seemed that we had entered a small current

I knew he was time to call the dive but in the distance we both saw something large but very faint as a light didn't reach that far I was just as mesmerized by the objects in the distance as my brother and we kept drifting forward

it was then that my brother ran out of line he swam to the bottom and tied off the line and looked to me wondering whether or not I would tie a new line off I shook my head and tapped my computer signaling to him that we didn't have time to go

deeper. His head pivoted back to the object and he strained to see it, stretching his light hand as far as it would go. He looked back at me and signalled to continue forward, and without any confirmation, he swam out. Never leave the line. I scrambled to tie of my bright orange line to a small outcrop at the floor as fast as I could. What an imbecile. I finished tying off a sloppy bowline knot and took off after him. My light found him still kicking towards the object. Thank God I could still see him. I kicked harder to catch up. Then all at once, he stopped dead. His body began to slowly sink to the bottom as he remained perfectly still. That was when I finally got close enough to see what it was. Through the darkness, the large object was still

hard to make out. The borders were hard to discern, but over the next couple of seconds, my brain put the pieces together, and I latched backwards, as if overtaken by some old mammalian defence mechanism. There was some kind of crustacean, or at least the lifeless shell of one that had malted. What was truly horrifying was the size of the shell. It must have been the size of a car. It seemed to have horridly longed antennae, and there seemed to be the scant remains of the only remnants of what must have been an enormous claw. It seemed to be some kind of freely large cross between a giant prawn and a lobster, only long and streamlined, so has the fit through the restrictions as we did. I shuddered as I wondered whether or not

this cave system had been dug out by some horrid monster, and whether or not we had intruded upon its lair. Who knows what type of prehistoric creatures lay in the depths of the earth? It was hard to make out its shape as it was just a discarded shell, and it seemed to be only a piece. My brother swam closer,

and I followed. He seemed to have figured out that it was just the shell as well. Hovering over it, we looked at each other. I thumbed the dive, the dive signed to head to the surface. To my relief, He nodded, and we began to swim back.

Suddenly, I felt the line go slack. The only thing this could mean is that my knot had come and done. My brother noticed this and we looked at each other once more, this time, in horror. I tried to remain calm and think of what to do. My brother started desperately flutter-kicking his way back towards where we had come from, but as I looked around with my light there seemed to be a hundred different ways to go

still we had tied off another line relatively close by we just had to remain calm and work our way back I was happy that I still had two-thirds of my oxygen left my brother was moving fast and I was having a tough time keeping up the harder I kicked the more carbon dioxide was building up in my body

I knew that I should slow down and breathe but my brother seemed to be swimming faster still. He seemed to be desperately looking for the other line. I could feel my head start to swim, and I knew that if I kept pushing myself, I would pass out. I slowed down and kept my light on my brother's fins as they became fainter and fainter. I tried yelling through my regulator,

but it was too late. He was out of sight. There I was, drifting helplessly. My line dangled. there, limp in the water. I remembered what the cave diving instructor said, It is panic that kills people. I had to remain calm.

I floated there for several seconds, just calming myself down. My breath started normalising, and I started to gather my wits. I had to figure this out. I had to swim towards where I thought my line had come from. The thing was, I'd given the slight current, where my line had come from might not be right. Still, I had little choice. I kicked back in the direction I came from,

straining my eyes for a sign of my brother. I continued onward, checking my dive computer. I still had time. My light traced all of the walls, and I tried to make a mental note of any anomaly, anything that stood out, but everything seemed the same. Underwater rock faces that seemed to look just like the last.

I continued out into the blackness. I could feel myself starting to panic again. I just had to find the other line. My heart soared as I noticed the other line from a distance. I swam towards it and gently held it. My brother had found it. He may have been causing it to move, yet the line remained limp. I searched all around, but it was nowhere.

I knew I was going to have to make a decision soon of whether to look for him or leave him and get help. something inside told me that if I went to get help, it would turn into a body recovery. It is all well and good when death takes someone you don't know, but at the prospect of losing someone you have known your whole life and care deeply about, it becomes very real. I knew I had to go back to look for him. I knew that I had to use my reserve air to search for him, even though it would likely mean that I would die too.

Still, leaving your brother to die isn't a choice you can make. I reeled in my line and went to tide off again, when I noticed another line had been tied off some meters away. I hadn't noticed it before, as it was blocked by a rock on the way in. I quickly swam over and inspected it. The first thing that stood out to me was how old it was. It looked like it had been laid decades ago. I didn't have time to think too much about it.

The line led off into the blackness, and I could only worry. wonder where it went. The line moved the tiniest amount. I grasped it gingerly with my hand. Sure enough, there was something on the line. I started to swim along its trail, always searching all around me for my brother. Eventually, the line led to a hole in the bottom of the chamber. As I approached it, I could feel the current start to pick up, and I realized water was pouring into this hole, and if I wasn't careful, it would take me in. That was when I noticed something poking out of the lip of the hole. It was my brother's hand.

He was there, hanging on desperately, trying to get out of the hole. My instincts told me to reach out for him, but I knew that I would share his fate, and we both perish. I was his only hope. I had to use my head. My heart was pounding, and I started breathing faster. No doubt this would be using up much more air than I could afford. Still, if I was able to free him, we were both likely get out of this unscathed. Maybe he would even have finally had his fill of thrill-seeking.

I reeled in my line and tied it off thoroughly to a nearby rock. I made sure that it was right. I then began inching towards the hole backwards, keeping my hands on both the old line and my new line. My brother's hand remained clenched, like his life depended on it, because it did. I continued to back up over his hand. I could feel my legs being pulled into the hole with a much greater force than I anticipated. Just as I expected, my brother's other hand swung around

from my thigh and latched on. The moment had come. I began to pull. It was work. Together we started to ascend out of the sump. Just then, I felt the old line break. All in a second, Both me and my brother were hanging from one hand.

I let go of the old line and started to pull my way up with a line with both hands. It was working. I continued to inch out, little by little. I was hyper-focused, just looking at my hands. I was so fixated, I didn't notice that something else had entered the chamber. I didn't notice, until it was too late. To my horror, the line. went slack again. My eyes darted up in disbelief. Barely visible in the darkness was a gigantic

white claw. I only saw it for a split second as my brother and I went tumbling down the sun pole. The currents were strong and we were pulled along into a larger, wider chamber. The current in this tunnel was even stronger and we tumbled along like debris caught in a river. In fact, that is what we were. we were stuck in an underwater channel being swept downstream. There was no way out now. Even if we managed to stop, it would be impossible to fight the current this strong.

I tried to look at my dive computer, but I was still spinning around uncontrollably. Occasionally, I'll be thrust into a wall. On the third or fourth time, the light struck to my hand, struggle rock, and the light went dead. Together, almost at once, we were swept out of the tunnel and into a free fall.

It was hard to say how far we went. It felt like hundreds of feet, but in reality it was probably more like 40. Upon landing, the water crashed on top of me and pushed me down further. I kicked out and started swimming for the surface in the direction I hoped it was. It was hard to tell in the complete darkness.

Breaking the surface was a great feeling. I treaded there for a moment before I carefully withdrew my backup light from a secure pocket. I turned up my light and looked around. I never knew such large chambers could exist under the surface of the earth.

It must have been the size of a gymnasium. I saw a pile of rocks in a far corner and swam for them. At least I could rest while I thought about what to do. I swam for the rocks, having no idea how deep the water blowing me was. I tried not to think of the crue.

creatures that would be lurking below my feet. Thoughts began to race through my head as I climbed out of the water. Was that really a claw I saw? How did it know to cut the line? If the claw was that big, how big was the creature it belonged to? How could a creature that size live in such a place? I swept the water with my light, hoping to see any sign of my brother. I...

I was alone. I finally looked at my dive computer. I was surprised to see that I still had a third of the tank left. There was no way that I would be able to get back out the way I came, but at least I was in a large chamber with breathable air. You never know how much oxygen is in these isolated chambers underground, but I still felt fine, and I figured it was better to save the oxygen in the tank for when I would need it,

though I knew my chances were slim. It was hard not to fixate on the fact that I was trapped, and likely dead. All I could do was distract myself and try to break the problem down. I still had yet to see any signs of my brother. I scanned the water's surface with my light. I knew I couldn't weigh much longer.

I had to go in and look for him. What if he was trapped from running out of air? I was almost certain he had tumbled down the drop into this chamber. I shined the light near the base of the waterfall. There was nothing. except the constant rush of water. I put my mask back on

and walked with my fins back to the water's edge and waded in. I broke the surface and started scanning around with my light. The chamber was enormous above the surface, but below it was even more vast. For as far as my light could see were rooms within rooms,

thresholds which split off into what looked like hundreds of other passages. Indeed, were enough for the horrifying trip to get here, this would have been a cave-divers paradise. This was an entire, unexplored world, something coveted by cave-divers alike. There were several piles of large rocks underneath the base of the waterfall. I explored this further ahead, though keeping a cautious distance. My brother was nowhere to be found.

I was starting to feel hopeless, but I just concentrated on the task at hand. I had to find my brother as fast as I could. without panicking or overexerting myself. As time went on, it became more difficult to stave off the panic. I was breathing too fast, and I knew that I was going to run out of air soon. I knew that if I wanted to make a real play to escape this place, I would need every second I had left. My only hope was the final way out for the oxygen I had,

and if that failed, hunkered down and hope that someone found me in that godforsaken chamber. my eyes frantically darted around sweeping the different cave formations and tunnel entrances. Something caught my eye leading into one of the tunnels. A bunch of debris and silt had been kicked up and it seemed to lead into the tunnel. It was only some 30 feet away, and though I knew this may be my last foray into the water I may have, I knew that it was my best hope. I kicked over and started into the tunnel. visibility was poor and the tunnel broke off into many different directions but the trail was clear

I simply had to follow the trail of silt that had been kicked up by what I was praying for was my brother I came out into a large chamber covered by the floor and ceiling with stalactites and stalagmites I remember learning that if an underwater cave had these then at some point it had been a dry cave This did little to mitigate the panic that was creeping up more and more every kick forward. I'd abandoned the cave diving rules at this point. I'd forgotten about running the line altogether.

I suppose it was irrelevant where my corpse would end up. I started to lose control on my breathing. It was getting faster and faster, as if it truly started to sink in how doomed I was. I stopped myself and sank to the bottom of the cave floor. Just breathe, I thought to myself. The diving instructors couldn't have made it more clear to me

during the hours upon hours of training I'd had in my life. If you panic, it's over. I stood there at the bottom and took a moment to simply calm down. Afterwards, I regained my composure and opened my eyes. Sometimes it is when we aren't looking for something that we find it, and no matter how hard we look, look, we can never seem to find our glasses that we were wearing in the first place. If I hadn't stopped looking, I certainly wouldn't have noticed it glimmering there.

It was my brother's light. One of the rules of cave diving is to have at least three lights. If your first one dies, you have a backup. If you drop you second, you have a third. Many cave divers take four lights. Knowing my brother, he hopefully had two. but seeing as I didn't see one on him when he went tumbling into the sump it was possible that this was his second and last light

without the case it was likely he was feeling around blind the thought of my brother panicking on his last breath spurned me and I set out again with vigor the trail of debris has subsided and at this point I was flying blind I had no idea where he might be in this maze I knew I was nearing my limit and if I wanted to make it back to the chamber with air I would have to turn back I chose to continue

the likelihood that I would be found in the coming days was slim at best and I knew it on the other hand what if my brother was stuck or worse after choosing to continue around the next corner I shine my light around and saw my brother kicking towards me but what was the biggest feeling of relief I had ever felt in my life

turned to fear as I noticed he was shrieking through his regulator he grabbed me and pulled me back the way I'd come I then looked beyond him and my heart sank I was overwhelmed with the impulse to flee and did so as fast as I could because my brother was being tired by two enormous prawns they must have been as long as a car, and they were gaining fast. My instincts took over at this point.

It was more reflex than anything else. We kicked hard away from those creatures. My shiver ran at my spine as I thought of the long, pale, lobster-like bodies crawling along the walls of the cave, almost like a centipede. I knew that if they caught us, that we would be eaten alive. Suddenly, the prospect of running out of air seemed almost trivial, as if it would have been a natural conclusion

to our lives. There was nothing horrid or brutal about it. I wasn't going to die in that hellhole and neither was my brother. We would fight. He was ahead of me, but being guided by my light, as it was clear he had lost his. We rounded the corner into the room full of stalactites and back out into the larger tunnel. I dared not look behind me. I pointed my light around the corner, but there, down the tunnel with three more

giant prawns. Their horrible pale bodies clawed towards us. A terrible loud shriek came from behind us, almost as if the prawns were communicating. We were cut off. Our only hope was the delve deeper. This next stretch was the time that seemed to last forever. It was simple. It was one goal. Stay ahead of the prawns. Around another corner and into a vertical shaft, it got smaller, And as it did, I could start to feel a current pulling us deeper. We came to a restriction, and I flashed my light back and saw the prawns tearing towards us. This was it. My brother and I started desperately squeezing ourselves into the restriction,

forcing our way in as fast as we could. It felt like getting out of the water with a sharp nipping at your heels. Sure enough, as if things couldn't get any worse, we both became wedged. My brother pointed to his tank And I knew what he meant We had to ditch the tanks to fit Together we unclasped And I was surprised to see that it worked

He managed to pull his through But mine was stuck And I mean stuck I ripped at it But soon the prawns were on it Though the hole was too small for them to squeeze through To our horror They started digging

It suddenly became clear These creatures had built this lair. My brother signalled for me to let it go and we would body breathe, sharing what was left of his tank. We let go and began drifting together in the current. It seemed even stronger

than before. We continued body breathing, though I could see the tank was empty. Breathing started to become more difficult as we exchanged glances. He took a long, deep breath and handed me the regulator, indicating I do the same.

Together we tumbled down this underwater chamber on our last breath. The tank had run out. We ditched it to the bottom of the floor. At least, maybe in the next couple hundred years, this cave system might be matt and we might be found,

and at least our fates will be known. It was strange, but there was some comfort in this. Everything started to become cloudy as the carbon dioxide started to build up in our bodies. My brain started to desperately cry out for air after only about 30 seconds. A headache started to creep in.

The current carried us around another corner, and I couldn't believe what I saw. It was light. It was a light at the end of the tunnel. I thought about where I was, in some underground chamber below the earth, below the surface, soon about to have drowned. How could I guess that what they said about seeing a light at the end of the tunnel

would be so literal? Though, as I tumbled closer, the details became clear. clearer. It looked so real. That was when I noticed the ceiling had changed. There were air bubbles around the top. Then there were large pockets. Then there it was.

The surface. Together we swam up and breathed. How foolish it is to not appreciate something so wonderful as air. We filled our lungs as the current brought us the rest of the way and dunt us out in the cave system altogether into a larger body of water. The sun was shining over what seemed to be a large, desolate lake. I can't remember if my brother started it or I did.

But once we were out of the water, we both started laughing hysterically. Neither of us took her eyes off the water out of fear that those monsters would have somehow wriggled their way out of their underground lair. It is often said that the earth has been matte. But I can tell you from my own personal experience, that there is still so much we don't know about our planet there are still many forgotten nugs and crannies that lay in the debts and maybe they are better left alone