CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "The bottom of the ocean is unexplored for a reason" Creepypasta

Starting point is 00:00:01 I've been technical diving for the better part of a decade. Something about the ocean and all its unexplored wonder has always drawn me to the deep. An entire uncharted alien world lurks just beneath us, just waiting to reveal its mysteries to those daring enough to take the plunge. I guess you could say that diving is my passion, and it's been my entire adult life. Now, I can't even bring myself to go near the deep end of the pool without having a panic attack. It all started when one of my best buddies approached me with the idea to go on a little excursion.

Starting point is 00:00:37 Todd had a fairly formidable boat that he carved out a living with by engaging in, let's just say, less than legal activities. Anyway, some reputable character that Todd helps move cargo into the country had told him by the cave several miles off the coast of his own country. Truth be told, no matter how much time I spent in the background of how we found ourselves a hundred feet below sea level, I'll still never understand why or how I agree to such a misguided idea. It hardly matters now. At 99 feet below sea level, the pressure on your body normally felt by the atmosphere is quadrupled. The sunlight feebly attempts in vain to penetrate

Starting point is 00:01:17 the blackness. Darkness rules there, and creatures of the dark are all that inhabit it. I checked my depth and air pressure gauges, and looked up to sea Todd, hand signalling me to follow him to the mouth of the cave. I flutter kick silently forward, floating just above the seaweed and silk-covered ocean floor, taking in as much of the world as my low-profile narrow-lens mask would let me. When we reached the mouth of the cave, Todd dropped to the floor and clipped his line to a formation near the entrance.

Starting point is 00:01:49 This is a very important step in cave-diving. That line was our only way back out of the system. I held my light on his hands while he worked, but my gaze drifted back to the mouth of the cave. The darkness was just as oppressive as always, but there was something strange. I couldn't put my finger on it at the time. The ominous Blackmore was somehow more intense than it should be.

Starting point is 00:02:16 Then I heard it, a low-pitched roar from out the deep. A thunderous echo sounded from so far below, it was a whisper by the time it reached us. That's the strange thing about your hearing, hearing when you dive that far down. You don't just hear. You feel. You feel it in your chest, in your bones.

Starting point is 00:02:36 The noise echoed through me, and I felt my stomach drop. We hadn't come this far for nothing, though, and we dutifully pressed on. Todd held the line and made entrance first, and I followed behind. My hand trailed along the line as it unfurled. With graceful strokes, we kicked only about 30 to 40 feet into the system, before my light caught a silver glint out of the backdrop of the darkness and neutral tone rock formations. Todd signalled that he saw it as well and we stopped. Kicking myself over to it, the narrow beam cast itself onto the object.

Starting point is 00:03:13 The eerie silence was broken, only by the soft rhythmic beat of our exhales as they bubbled up to the roof of the tunnel. The glint revealed itself to be a scuba tank, half buried in the silt. Many cave divers bring along spare safety rigs. The last thing you want when you're 100 feet down and closed by rock ceiling is the run out of air. But who would leave this behind? We clipped it off to our line with the intention of taking it back with us when we made the return trip. Delving deeper into the system, we came across our first fork. Todd signaled to me.

Starting point is 00:03:50 He was asking which way I thought we should go. my light panned back and forth between the two tunnels It was smothered by the abysmal nothingness No more than ten feet ahead The ever-present pressure continued to squeeze me like a python coiling around its prey It was oppressive I felt a slight current brush the cold dark water across my skin It came from the left tunnel

Starting point is 00:04:16 I gestured to the left and we continued our exploration We were 110 feet deep here Even as an experienced diver, the pressure became taxing. Several kick paces in, something called the focus beam of my light. It was... ...unnatural. It stuck out like a sore thumb among the rocky stalagmites within my narrow beam of vision. I gracefully kicked over to it, careful not to stir the silt at the bottom of the cave floor.

Starting point is 00:04:48 Once stirred, silt takes a considerable amount of time before settling again. time before settling again. More time than the air tanks afforded us. If I thought my vision was limited before, a silt storm would mean complete and total blindness. Reaching my point of fixation, I settled and focused upon the thing that had caught my eye. Pulling it from the sunken place in the sand, I found it to be a diver's slate. Divers can't communicate verbally underwater, so what can't be signaled through commonly recognized hand motions, divers are right on a slate and pass it to one another. Shining my narrow beam onto his surface, I made out

Starting point is 00:05:28 the hastily written words. Size, refrigerator, smooth black skin, dolphin-like, but some humanoid features, opposable thumbs. Chilled, I passed the slate to Todd, who read it, and, after glancing rowedly toward me, tucked it away in his gear pouch. We pressed forward.

Starting point is 00:05:50 As we neared the end of the tunnel, the walls began narrowing until they pressed against my shoulders. At one point, it became so narrow that I had to remove my tank and pass it through the opening before trying to slither through myself. For a brief moment, I became stuck. The familiar panic set in. I took several slow breaths to calm myself. Then I exhaled every bit of air in my lungs,

Starting point is 00:06:14 and at last managed to become just slender enough to barely push myself through. On the other side of this obstacle, the system opened up. We found ourselves on a small ledge that dropped off into a large chamber. Shining my light around the perimeter, I noted the horizontal boundaries. Turning my narrow beam down

Starting point is 00:06:35 toward what should have been the floor of the chamber, my light was snuffed out by the overwhelming blackness. I settled down to the bottom of the ledge to peer over the edge. The moment my knees touched the sand, I realized my right knee was landing on something. Hard.

Starting point is 00:06:54 Reaching into the send, I grabbed it and pulled it from his burial place. It was a video camera. Clearly a high-end one too. Whoever made it this far must have wanted to document their expedition. Fumbling with the buttons, I switched it on and positioned my light on the playback screen so I could see the last recorded video. The video started, and I recognised the sight of the obstacle we just pressed our way through. The frame reached the end of the ledge we now found ourselves on

Starting point is 00:07:24 and then began panning around the room. It's eerie to watch a video underwater. With no sound, it had all the effect of a silent horror film. The deja vu sense I had, seeing the surroundings that I was currently in, didn't put me at ease. The frame then panned down to the bottom of the cavern and back up from the abyss to rest on the figure of a diver positioned next to the cameraman.

Starting point is 00:07:49 Clearly, it was the dive body of whoever, was shooting. The diver in the frame looked all the camera, when suddenly a strange dark figure shot across the frame and out of view. At first, the diver appeared just as he was a moment before. Then, whispers of dark red stretched out from around his grip, like malevolent fingers spreading their reach across the dark water. The figure rocketed across the frame again from a new direction and out of sight. The diver's masking regulator were now gone, and so was a large, haphazily torn portion of his face. The camera frame shook in obvious shock

Starting point is 00:08:25 as the blood swirled violently, dying the water in view. The still-touching body floated limply forward until the figure rocketed by again and, it was gone, dragged down into the black. The frame peered over the ledge until it was smacked violently

Starting point is 00:08:43 and the screen turned black. Out of the silent nothingness, Aurora exploded into being startled I dropped the camera To my left Todd in a clear panic motion to go back the way we came Kicking with all my might I made it back to the narrow passageway

Starting point is 00:09:03 And began the ardorous task of shoving myself through Barely getting through the obstacle once again I turned to help Todd He passed his tank through to me and I grabbed it He fit his head then shoulders through in a panicked hurry His body filled up the entirety of the passageway and I could only see his head poking out through the rocks. But before he could gain any more ground, his head jerked in a sickening way.

Starting point is 00:09:28 Bubbles exploded from his regulator as he screamed in pain. Blood seeped through the opening and began staining the water around us red. Helplessly, I tried to tug him through. But as I pulled, I felt something pulling back the other way. Todd's regulator flooded the chamber with purged air bubbles as his screams of pain propelled them violently toward the roof. through the tunnel. The brake had to drop from his mouth, and his head dropped lifelessly down.

Starting point is 00:09:56 Horrified, I realized whatever that godforsaken thing was, was on the other side. The lifeless corpse for my friend was the only thing barring it from pursuing me. The aquatic roar sounded loudly, as more blood poured into my side of the obstacle. I realized this was my chance. It is with shame, I admit, that I left my friend there, so I would have to have a little bit. have time to make my escape. My heart pounded as I swam with all my might to the mouth of the cave system.

Starting point is 00:10:28 Foolishly, I made an emergency ascent to the surface, not stopping to decompress. It was worth the risk of the bends just to get the hell out of that damn water. It's been a month since then. I finally recovered from the bends after spending what felt like forever

Starting point is 00:10:45 in a hyperbaric chamber. I could no longer bear the thought of swimming, let alone diving. I can't even explain why. All the proof I had of that wretched thing is buried in that cave with the body of my friend. I couldn't keep this to myself. I barely cling to sanity as is. I had to tell someone somehow.

Starting point is 00:11:10 Hopefully this will be a warning to all those seeking the mysteries of the deep.

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "The bottom of the ocean is unexplored for a reason" Creepypasta

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