Creepy - Day 23 - Diary in a Mine

Episode Date: October 23, 2018

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Now, this is creepy. A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing creepy pastures and urban legends in the world. Whether these stories truly happened or not simply fabrications is for you to decide. These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language. Listener discretion is advised. Creeper Presents The 31 Days of Horror. Day 23

A Diary in a Mine On May 6th, 1899, Miners in the Bon Air Mine in Leadville, Colorado, found a diary in a small, seldom used drift about 500 deep within the mine. The diary was turned over to the police since it had been linked with a disappearance of a 28-year-old pump man working in the mine, Ashland Parr, who had been missing since March 9th, the same date as the cave-in that had occurred in the mine. The diary was never seen again until a policeman released its contents to Ashland. Shalmpar's family this year. The family has been kind enough to give me access to this diary.

Here is a transcription of the diary entries on and after March 9th, 1899, the date to Ashland Parr's disappearance. March 9th. Damn rocks gave to sin today. Chas, Bert, and I were lucky to be in this drift and not in the shaft like poor Shep was. Shepp was screaming something when the run. rocks came down on him. I think he hurt his leg, but I think he'll be all right because he was able to get out of the mines. Bert found a steam pipe and began wrapping on it to try and get in touch

with any rescuers. Fortunately, we found a few and they're able to send supplies down to us such as food. I think we'll be fine down here. They wrote to us that we'd be rescued by tomorrow, March 10th. Caves are really dark at night. I've never really dark. I've never appreciated just how dark they are until today. Anyways, the rescuers told us some bad news. They're trying to dig a rescue shaft when connected to the main shaft that had been caved down. But the part of the main shaft they dug too is full of debris.

This means that it'll be a few more days until they rescue us. We're still receiving meals as well as gas for our lantern, so it's not all bad. Chazenberg are worried about their families and I don't blame them. But right now we have to focus on getting out of this mine. March 11th. The new shaft is getting deeper and deeper, but I guess there still isn't any luck because there's so much debris in the main shaft. However, we're still getting our meals and the gas for our lamps, so I guess we'll be fine. Bert was pacing around in the drift when we found some weird grooves in the wall.

I think Jazz made them because he's getting really bored down here. At least none of us are worried. I hope our families are okay. March 12th. It's our fourth day down here and we're bored. We haven't talked much to each other actually, so we're all pretty lonely too. At least I have a journal to keep my thoughts in. Poor Chas and Bert don't have anything to pass the time.

Actually, I think Chas is passing the time by making those grooves in the wall, but I'm not sure because I haven't seen him do it, even though there's more grooves in the wall. There's more than four, so it's definitely not to be. number of days we've been stuck here. I don't even know what he's using to make those grooves, because they're pretty big and they're smooth, too. Maybe he's using a knife.

March 13th. We're starting to hear some sounds, so I guess progress has been real quick. None of us expected to hear these sounds, though, because we're pretty deep in the mine. I think we're 400 feet down. I got really scared when the sounds started because I could have sworn the sounds were coming from below us. Bert and Chas told me that I was just being silly. It was all in my head.

Shoot. I don't even know. We haven't heard any word from the men above besides our meals. I hope we get out of here soon. We're all really lonely and it's rather dark down here. March 14th. We still haven't heard any word from above besides our meals. It's a shame because their notes have kept us all same.

Poor Bird is hardly touching his meal. Chaz is forcing him to eat some food. We really don't need Bert to die because honestly, this drift is really beginning to smell bad. I think it's from all the humans sweat and piss that's been here since day one. But there's a burning smell too. Bert thinks it's from our feces. More and more grooves are appearing in the walls. Chaz really has to stop this because, honestly, it's freaking me out.

it's freaking me out. March 15th. We finally got word from our rescuers, but it's bad news. They tried digging a shaft 73 feet down to connect with the main shaft to get us back up, but the main shaft is still clogged with litter. We told him through that steam pipe that we're doing fine when... Honestly, we're not. Bert's hardly eating and Chas is really scaring me.

Today I saw him by those grooves and who's simply finished. angering them. He turned around and asked me how the hell they got there. I told them that I thought he made them. I don't know what's going on, but I really hope they hurry up. They said it would only take a couple more days, but we've been down here almost a week and frankly we want to get the hell out of here. Bert said that miners who are trapped in mines get put in newspapers. I wonder if I'm famous right now. 16th. Those noises are starting up again, and this time all three of us can tell that they are indeed coming below us. We haven't even eaten because we're so scared. There are more grooves on the

wall and birds starting yelling at Charles to stop, but I don't think Charles did anything. I'm too scared to write anything else today, but I don't simply want to sleep. The darkness This must be when those grooves are made. I think I'll be staying awake all night. March 17th. I stayed up all night. I'd have expected the cavern to be pitch black, but there was a really, really, really, really faint glow coming from down the drift.

I don't think I could have gotten any sleep even if I tried. Today must have been the day. But honestly, we only know that because of our breakfast. night and day. Don't mean anything down here. March 18th. I've been sleeping through the entire night. I think sleep is better than seeing this faint glow overnight.

Today was a good day too. The men gave us word that they expected to get us out tomorrow. We're all excited because the new shaft should be deep enough in the mine where they don't need to worry about debris. We still haven't talked much to each other, but at least for easy. some more and the noises have stopped. They've also been less grooves in the walls, so at least Bert isn't mad at Chas, even though this isn't Chas' fault.

March 19th, today was awful. We got word that we could not connect the rescue shaft to the main shaft because it was too dangerous. However, Bert told me that another miner had scrawled on it that they would have to cancel the rescue. They'll stop sending us meals and supplies too. Chaz didn't even cry. He just glared at me like it's my fault. I want to go home. I want to see my family.

But no, we're going to die in this blackness. I'm not going to sleep tonight. It's not like it matters anyways. March 20. The faint glow is back overnight, but it allowed me to reread the note that Bert got yesterday. It turns out that Bert is lying to me because they're still trying to rescue us. I kicked Bert and started to get mad. I think I yelled at him.

I think I punched his face because he started to bleed and says he's sorry. I think I hit Chas too. I asked him why they lied to me and they only gave me the only gave me the same. sad looks. When our meals came, I just took my food and walked away from them down the drift. We hadn't seen much of this drift, so it was a little weird. There were a lot of these grooves on the wall, and the ground sounds like it's shaking a bit. There's actually a shaft down here that I hadn't known of, but it only leads down and it's really poorly made. I still hate Bert and Jazz, but now I know that we will survive.

March 21st. I'm leaving them now because they're trying to take my food. I don't know why, but I think they're mad at me. Maybe it's my diary. Maybe it's because they're really lonely. But I like being lonely. This darkness is good. I headed down that chef.

talked about. It went for about a hundred feet and had a ladder leading down here. I entered here in this large room now. This is my home and my grave. But I'm okay because there are a lot of really pretty diamonds in this cave. How none of us ever came here? I don't know. But it's really nice. A fitting grave, I guess. At first, they are diamonds. They're living creatures. I've never seen them before, but they simply moved through the rock, leaving small groups in them. And they make a rumble, rumble as they move. I've never seen these things before, but I see a couple of them head up and down the shaft.

I walked through. How did I get out of their alive even? March 21st, they see me now, and they're ever. pretty big. I can hide here, but not for long. They are all going up that shaft, and I hear some screams, and I think they killed Chas and Burt. Good. I tried talking to them, but they keep going and going. I forget I'm hiding, but no diary, I don't care. In fact, they're the good guys because they're killing Chas and Burt, which is nice. Maybe they'll even rescue me or kill me. Maybe it's better if they kill me, so now I'm calling them over. I think one of them

complimented you, diary. One of them said nice book to me. I know it. It's coming over to see me afterthoughts. The diary ended with a line scrawled away from the paper. While this does provide some insight for the disappearance of Ashland Parr, it does leave a few questions. For what? Why did those miners go into this shaft to begin with? The shaft was not on any maps and was not commissioned by Bonnare Mine. Also, the other two miners, Charles Ruse, Chaz, and Albert Frey, Bert, were rescued on March 22nd at 11 p.m. They had no recollections of ever seeing Ashland Parr while they were trapped down there, and had no recollection of hearing any stupid.

strange sounds or seeing any unusual grooves. Both men left the mine in good health and spirits. The shaft was sealed off on May 7th and has never been reopened. So little is known about the mine Ashland Parr went down. Any information would be greatly appreciated, because quite frankly, I don't even know what to make of this. Hey, Gina. Yeah, Patrick.

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