Creepy - Ted the Caver (part 8)

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 and disturbing creepypastas and urban legends in the world. Whether these stories truly happened, or are simply fabrications as for you to decide. These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language. listener discretion is advised. April 14th, 2001.

Only a couple days elapsed before B found someone who wanted to explore the passage with us. B told me he talked to a few other people who couldn't make it because of scheduling conflicts. He said they really grilled him for information about the cave and about the passage. He would not tell them which cave it was to ensure that we explored it to our satisfaction before we made it known to the public. look. Even the guy who ended up going with us did not know which cave we were going to until we were very close. And he was sworn to secrecy that he would not reveal the location of the cave to anyone on the planet. I won't identify him by name. So I will just refer to him as Joe. Joe B. and I set out early in the morning to make sure we could spend all the time we wanted

in the new passage. When we got to the cave, we were able to rig up and descend rather quickly. It helps when you don't have to haul half a hardware store down into a cave. Joe was impressed by our work. Even B and I took a minute to pat ourselves on the back for all the hard work we'd put in. And for the fact we've made it through. Joe was a rather thin caver who had a lot of experience in caves. He said this might be the tightest squeeze you'd been on, but it didn't bother him. I knew that physically he'd be able to make it since I was bigger than him and I made it.

He was just as excited as us to get through and get caving. Maybe more. He quickly got ready and was waiting to hear what the plan of attack was going to be. I figured I'd send him through first since he was ready and I would follow. Be would pass our gear through and away for us on the outside of the passage. Be would give us two hours to return. That was nice to be to go down into the cave and babysit us. It gets boring sitting there in the cave.

With our plans set, we were ready to roll. It was, perhaps, irresponsible of us not to tell Joe about all the unexplained events that occurred in the cave until after he'd gone through. But what exactly do you tell someone? How many of the weird things did we need to reveal to him? We did not feel that we were in any danger or we would not go into the cave ourselves. So, we did not tell him the thing prior to him entering Floyd's tomb. Of course, when we did tell him afterwards, it was too late. I couldn't believe how easy Joe slipped through the passage.

He said it was tight, but it sure didn't look like it. Once he got it in, we passed him his gear, and then I started in. Even though I knew I could fit through, it was still a slow trip through the tomb. You can only go so fast when you're scooting with your toes. When I reached the tight spot of the squeeze, I had Joe snap the picture of me. I thought it'd make a good photo. Once I got through, B started to relay my stuff to me. Then disaster struck.

I'd gone all the way in and turned around to pull my gear through. I had to kneel down and still crouched down low. I'd just got my helmet, ironically, and light and was turning around to feed the rope back to B when I smacked my head on top of the passage. Human skull versus solid rock. Rock won. I told B what happened, so he sent my first aid kit through. I was bleeding, but even worse, I didn't feel too good.

I patched myself up, then told Joe I didn't think I'd better continue. He looked like a little kid who was told that Christmas would be canceled. Although I didn't like the idea of him exploring the cave without me, for selfish reasons, of course. I wanted him to at least see part of the cave from making the trip out there. I told him all far to go and how long it would take, then I sent him on his way. As I laid there, I could hear him crawling into the darkness. His light disappeared after the first turn. I rested a minute or two, then began my journey back through the squeeze.

It was disappointing to get all the way to the cave and then not be able to explore it to its end. Actually, it's killing me. After I got through Floyd's tomb, which was painful, I sat down and watched on a munch on a cliff bar will be and I chatted. I told him I would pay for a motel room if he would stay overnight. Then we could see how I was doing the next day and make another attempt at the cave. I felt goofy for having smacked my head on the cave wall. B said he was willing to give it another try tomorrow.

He was just as anxious to put some closure to this cave. As long as Joe would stay overnight, we determined to wrap things up the next day. Once this was subtle, we just sat back and enjoyed the darkness. I hear no sounds coming from the passage. The silence reminded me of the scraping noises that I heard last time we were out there. I brought up the subject with B. Since I'd not explored the cave completely, I could not offer any explanation of what could be making the scraping noises. Or the change in the wind strength.

Or the rumbling. Or that terrible scream that we heard. Suddenly we both wished we had not sent Joe into the cave alone. But he went to the hole and yelled into it. Joe! No answer. Not surprising. You just can't hear each other when you're very...

far apart in a cave. We nervously waited for any sound. Good sounds, that is, Joe type sounds. The 20-minute time limit we'd said passed. Then 25 minutes. I really had no desire to climb back through the squeeze. My head was still throbbing and the squeeze looked tighter than ever. Still, I knew I was going to have to make sure Joe was safe. Just as I was getting prepared to go back through, I saw a light deep in the passage. Joe? I called out. Nothing. Joe! Still no answer. The light got brighter and I could hear the noise of someone crawling across the broken rock that lined the cave. You okay, Joe? No.

Was his weak reply. When he got to the other side of the tomb, he said that he was not feeling well. He quickly took his gear off and put them on the bag so he could pull it through. as I pulled the bag through the passage, he began to climb back through the tomb. We didn't even get a chance to question him about what he saw before he was coming back through. He quickly slipped through the squeeze in the hole and we'd finally got a look at him. He looked terrible. His face was pale and he was out of breath.

The dust and covers the floor, the squeeze left its mark on his face and closed. He had numerous small cuts and scratches on his face and arms, probably from his rapid exit from the passage. His eyes were wide open. We had only a brief moment to look at the change that had occurred to Joe before he started to head up and out of the cave, without saying a word. Well, Joe and B started for the surface, I took a minute together our gear. Then I stopped to listen into the passage. I heard nothing. And I felt nothing.

The wind had stopped. Part of me wanted to go out of the cave as fast as possible But another part of me wanted to immediately climb back through the passage To find out what made this cave tick I still felt a little dizzy from my injury At that moment I noticed B and Joe had made good time Getting up the cave passage and I was left alone Chills ran through my bodies

I scurried to catch up with them Once we got outside the cave I figured we'd be able to find out more from Joe But when he got up the final climb he just on glip from the rope and went straight to the truck. In light of day, he looked even worse than in the cave. B and I gathered up the rope and our gear and headed for the truck. Joe said he did not want to stay overnight because he felt terrible.

So he headed home. We didn't get no more information from Joe. He just stared straight ahead. He was shaking like a leaf. And he said he was not cold. When we tried to question him, his answers were short. I asked him if he saw the hieroglyphics. Did he hear us yelling?

Did he see the round rock? No. Did he see the crystals? No. He said he just went a little ways in and started to feel sick. Something was fishy about his answers. He would have had to have seen the crystals if he got far enough into the cave that he couldn't hear his yelling. But why would he not elaborate?

The rest of the trip passed the nary silence. Joe didn't say much else. We gave him a brief outline of the story. strange events that happened in the cave. He didn't reply. As we were dropping him off, we asked if he wanted to go back in the cave. He shook his head and ran into his house. I tried to call him later in the day, and the next day, but only got his voicemail.

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