Creepy - Ted the Caver (part 2)

Episode Date: April 24, 2017

Ted found a cave...***Presented by the Audio Drama Production Podcast***Sound Design by Zachary Fortais-Gomm***Title music by Alex Aldea***Intro/Outro Narration by Joe Stofko 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.

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 our simply fabrications is for you to decide. These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language. The discretion is advised. January 27th, 28th, 2001. B and I were both excited to get back into the cave and get to work. I figured with about four hours' work we could be in and see what was on the other side.

We'd arranged to borrow a DeWalt cordless drill to bring with us. We also had the masonry bits to drill with. Sledgehammer is two. To break up the rock. Bullpins insert into the drill holes and a few other tools that we ended up not using. Getting the tools down to the wood, work site proved to be a challenge. One of us would climb down the rope and stop at a ledge or a good resting place and the other person would lower the tools. We kept

repeating this routine until we got to the bottom of the cave. Then we had to drag the tools to the hole. It took about an hour to finally get to work. B took the first turn at the hole. After an hour of exhausting work, we could tell that we were not going to get through in one session. We kept trading off after we worked ourselves and to a sweat. One would take a break and get some food and water while the other one went to work. The routine went like this. To begin, we had to get down on our hands and knees and do our best to avoid smacking our heads on the ceiling. Working in this awkward position, we would drill into the wall around the hole. That was difficult work. We really had to push on the drill and it was still

slow progress. Then we inserted the bullpin into the hole and hammered on it until the rock broke up. Then we'd repeat the process. To give you an idea of how slow it went, the typical size rocket would break off was about fingernail size. If we broke off a large piece, about a third the size of my palm, it was caused for celebration. From time to time, for variety, we would just wail on a cold chisel with a five-pound sledge. It was slow progress. The problem with the sledge was that we couldn't take a good swing because of the tight quarters. Even though we spent many hours and several trips working on the hole,

we never did find a better technique for widening the hole. The drill bullpin hammer got the best results for our efforts. We came up with some crazy ideas for breaking up the rock. Everything from TNT, never seriously considered, to hauling a generator to the mouth of the cave and running an extension cord down to a jackhammer. We even thought about using liquid nitrogen to freeze the rock and make it more brittle. After a couple hours of hard work, we realized what our limiting factor was going to be. It was about then that our first battery meant an abrupt death.

We had a second battery, so we swapped them out. The second battery lasted a little longer because we hammered in chisd a little more often, and a little longer each time. Finally, after about three more hours of drudgery, the second battery died and we called it a night. We could tell that we had done some work in the cave. but it was not much for the first time since we got in the cave we sat back both of us took a break it was nice to check out the results of our hard work

and we noticed the howling again it seemed to be a little louder than the last time we were there we just figured the wind was blowing a little stronger outside what we could not figure out was the rumbling it too seemed to be louder and more frequent.

This time we could not attribute the noise to the trucks. The road that the trucks drove on was not very busy to begin with. At that time of night, it should be dead. Yet the rumbling continued. It seemed to be coming from deep within the passage. Be said he would ask some veteran cavers what could be causing the noise. We didn't spend a long time admiring our work. We still had to haul the gear up and out of the cave.

Actually, we left some of it in the cave. It was still difficult. What made it worse was that we were both exhausted. Our original plan was to be done with this cave and hit a couple other caves in the area the next day. Instead, we decided to crash it in nearby motel, charge up the drill batteries, and go back to Mystery Cave. My journal goes on a length about the night after we left the cave. We got room. Dinner was excellent.

I didn't sleep good despite the fact I was exhausted, etc. We both slept in so we got a late start back into the cave. The second day working on the cave went about the same as the first. We worked until both batteries were dead again. We were still not even close to getting through. The howling and rumbling continued as the day before. For more information, including pictures and videos of the stories told on this podcast, or to suggest stories for future episodes, please visit us.

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