Creepy - Day 5 - The Tunnel

Episode Date: November 26, 2017

The Bad Days, Day 5: Every school has its rumors, its gossip, its scary stories. Students say the words, tell the tales, but few ever take the time to actually investigate and see for themselves. Maybe there's a reason for that...***Please consider supporting the podcast at Patreon.com/Creepypod***Music composed by Steve Blizin Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

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Creepy Presents The Bad Days Day 4 The Tunnel Credited to User Orange Dot Soda I go to this simple my rural college in western Pennsylvania. And like any school in this country, it has its fair share of ghost rumors.

There's the ghost of Emma that haunts the theater, the unnamed ghost that haunts the older dorms, the hundreds of dead bodies at the bottom of the pond, etc. But those are also played up, even by the administration that they're rather hard to believe. However, every once in a while, you'll hear about the ghosts that roams a tunnel on our campus. It goes between the aforementioned theater

and one of the older buildings that has some dorms in it, but is mostly used for the banquet hall. Anyway, this ghost rumors heard rarely at best. Most students couldn't even tell you that fucking tunnel exists. But a few of my friends and I got wind of the tunnel from one of the people that live in one of the buildings at the end of it. Found it when he was exploring. He got scared of some noise and,

Got the fuck out of there and didn't go back. A few days after he told us about it, I ran into one of the older maintenance guys that'd been around the campus a while, and he confirmed the tunnel's existence, only adding, I wouldn't go down there. At least not without turning the lights on. So one night, my friends and I got a little baked and decided to make a run down to the tunnel.

With the lights out? Just to make sure no one got hurt, we drew straws. and whoever got the short straw would do the run while the rest waited. We checked out a camera that had night vision from the tech kids and borrowed some walkie-talkies from my friend's parents who lived a half hour from the school. There were five of us, so two had waited either end of the tunnel,

entering through the respective building, and the one would do the run with the camera. If anything went wrong, we'd use the walkie-talkies. Myself, being fat and lazy, I'm a damn sure I got the long straw. And so my friend Jeff ended up making the run. When we got down to the tunnel, it was pitch fucking black and smelled a cat piss. No idea why.

Jeff started on my end, where the light switch was. Well, not so much a switch, but a giant fucking lever on a fuse box. You know the kind. We tested the walkie-talkies, and we all went silent. Jeff counted a three under his breath and took off. We turned our flashlights in the opposite direction of the tunnel so we could see if anyone was coming, and to make sure the night vision on the cam state effective. We heard Jeff's footsteps for a good minute before they faded completely.

And then we waited for the call that Jeff had made it. We waited for what felt like fucking forever. Then all of a sudden a voice came over the walkie-talkies. It was the other team. I checked my watch. Jeff had left almost an hour ago. Dude, Jeff left an hour ago. I thought you were fucking with us.

It took a minute for the lever to cooperate. Whatever this tunnel been used for obviously hadn't been done in some time, and the lever was quite rusty. Once I got the damn thing to flip, it took a moment for the things to buzz all the way on, and a few seconds later we heard the walkie-talkies again. The tunnel couldn't have been more than 400, 450 yards long.

The entire way down there wasn't a single ladder, sewer gate, door, or other way out of the tunnel other than heading down to the other building. After a few moments of jogging, I could hear the other team coming up to us. Just as I was about to call out to them, I tripped. I was a little dizzy from hitting the concrete, but it only took a few seconds to come back and realize what I'd tripped on. It was that fucking camera.

What was left of it, at least? The lens was missing, the handle was busted off. The viewfinder was cracked. The flip-out screen was hanging on by wires. where the fuck is Jeff Where's his walkie-talkies? That's all we kept asking each other Until I finally stood up

Stuffed what was left of the camera in my bag And said fuck it We need to get out of here We'll call his phone when he get outside And see where he was Since the tunnel was on the other side of campus From the newer buildings We drove and left our phones in the car

Sixty-seven fucking calls We called him a total of 67 motherfucking times and couldn't find him. This was a week ago. We called even more times since then. God knows how many times. His roommate won't stop texting me. I'm so scared of where he is.

It gets freakyer, though. The SD card and the camera wasn't in there when I got back to my dorm and checked it. Today I got an email that I had a package in the mail room. When I opened it, all that was in there was Jeff's phone and the SD card. And a note that said, I wouldn't watch that. His phone stopped counting at 99 and mixed in were calls from his girlfriend back home, his mom, and countless texts.

I couldn't go through them. He still has to be out there. I know I shouldn't watch what's on the card, but I need to find out where he is. I'm so scared right now. I finished watching what was on that fucking card. I'm so fucking scared. As soon as it was over the light in my room went out. It's been flickering for a few days now,

so it's probably just a coincidence. What is concerning is that at the end of the tape, I could have sworn, the side of the janitor's faces in the third to last frame. I must have frozen it 20 times, and that has to be him. It fucking has to be. Even more is,

concerning that is the noise coming from my ceiling, like someone's stomping up there. When I lived on the third floor, that was common. But I'm on the fourth floor now. There's nothing between here and the roof, but maybe three feet of space with some ventilation systems and cables and whatnot. The stomping won't stop. Make it fucking stop. Jeff's phone just texted me a minute ago.

I left it in the living room, so I thought it was my room. made, but he went home for the weekend. He won't be back till tomorrow. The door is shut and locks automatically. I went to the living room and the fucking phone is gone. I called it three times. On the third time, it picked up. I heard breathing and then it hung up.

I texted the other guys, but they won't respond. What am I going to do? I tried to go outside for a cigarette to call myself down, but the door won't open. No matter how much force I put on the handle, it won't swing. I'm pretty sure I'm losing my mind. Jeff's phone is calling mine. I wish I never started telling you guys this story. I wish I'd never gotten the email about the package.

I wish I'd never gotten curious and opened the card on my computer. And most of all, I wish there was more than breathing coming through my phone. Fuck, the corner isn't running. I pick up the phone and immediately hung up, and I didn't notice till now. The breathing is in my ear. I can see his reflection in the screen. He knows that this is the last thing I'll ever type, so he's letting me finish. Never go down that fucking tunnel.

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