Creepy - Ted the Caver (part 9)

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 creepy pastures and urban legends in the world. Whether these stories truly happened, or are simply fabrications is for you to decide. These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language. listener discretion is advised. In this journal entry, I discussed briefly the feelings B&I had at this point.

I'd like to elaborate on those feelings and set the mood for this part of my journal. I hope I can successfully convey our exact thoughts and feelings as we contemplated our next move. If not, I'm afraid will appear the average listener as being ignorant, naive, or downright foolish. this cave represented to us the culmination of weeks of hard work, complete with an array of emotions. From fatigue to fear, anticipation to pain, from frustration to glory. To us, we were not standing on the brink of possible destruction, but rather honoring an unspoken commitment. Much like the parent of a wearward child, we were not about to abandon our child out of fear of the unknown. Like it or not, this cave had become a part of it.

us and now we must see this adventure to its fruition. Additionally, verbose explanations aside, we were being eaten alive with curiosity. Despite the overwhelming number of unexplained occurrences we experienced, we had to go back into this cave. What was making the rumbling noise? What caused the change in wind strength, etc., etc., all the way down to Joe? What could have possibly happened to him. What did he see or experience? We had many lengthy discussions about what our next move would be. We kept coming to the same conclusion. We had to return to the cave. We could offer no possible scenarios that would solve them many riddle cell deep within the cave. The only way we could hope to complete the puzzle would be to conquer the cave. We were going back to

mystery cave. Two weeks after our trip with Joe and we were on our way back. to the cave. To prepare for this trip, we contacted the local cave rescue group and got permission to borrow their low voltage two-way phone. The phone consists of two transceivers and a long spool of thin wire. I would then be able to unwind the wire as I went into the passage and stay in contact with B the entire time. We also thought it would be a good idea to take a video camera into the new passage. I purchased the case that would protect my video camera from dust as well as sharp rock. I was more than willing to pay the cost of the case just to make sure B got to see the entire passage.

My head was doing fine. I still had a light red line to mark a spot where I tried to break the rock with my head. I never went to a doctor, but it was a very painful experience. I've thought about what would have happened if I had been able to go into the passage with Joe. He was a change man after he came out. I've been calling his house nearly every day trying to talk to him, but he won't answer his phone. B called his work and a mutual friend told him that Joe called in sick two weeks ago and hasn't been in since. He said Joe warned his boss he might be out for a while.

I even stopped by his house twice. The first time it looked like someone was at home, but no one answered the door. The second time his car was gone and there were no lights on. I hoped to talk to him before this trip, but it didn't work out. As we were rigging up the rope to descend into the cave, I felt, something for the first time. I did not want to go into the cave. There was not a feeling of foreboding. I was not receiving some premonition. I just had no desire to enter the underworld of mystery cave. I didn't share this feeling with B at the time. Even though I had no desire to go

into the cave, I knew we had to. So I double-checked my gear and slipped over the edge of the cliff. right from the beginning it seemed like the cave did not want us to be there. Nothing went smoothly. Every time we tried to clip a carabine or tie a knot or attach something to the rope, we had to do it two or three times to get it right. Fortunately, we recognized this and made sure everything was safe and secure. As we slowly made our way down, we were continually bumping into the side of the cave or stumbling as we walked or dropping things.

We finally reached a point where we stopped together. ourselves before continuing. Our load is relatively light, but we were taking forever to get to the hole. Finally, we made it. We checked the camera and phone to make sure that they survived the trip. We tested everything, and I gathered the gear I wanted to take into the passage. Then it was time. We looked at each other, but said nothing.

Then I turned to face the passage. As I twisted my body to begin entering the tomb, I desperately hoped it would be The last time I would contort my body to enter this claustrophob's nightmare. The trip through Floyd's tomb went smoothly, figuratively speaking. After I got through, it took several minutes to get everything passed through to me. I got suited up and tested all the equipment. The phone worked like a charm. I videotaped the squeeze and then the first section of the new passage.

Since I'd be unable to tape while I crawl, my plan was to crawl to the next section, then stop and film some more. I could video what I had just been through and then video what I was going to crawl through next. That way I could get each section from both ends. I was starting to feel pretty good about this trip. I felt a sense of personal satisfaction of being able to provide a way for B to see the fruits of his labors. It was awkward lugging the camera and unrolling the phone wire while trying to crawl. I knew it would be worth it, though.

The small formations were too small to show up on the video. With normal outside lighting, it would be no problem, but with my headlight is the only source of light, the effort would be futile. The crystal formations turned out quite nice. They were easily large enough and made for some pretty good footage. I took advantage of the film, stopped, and checked the phone. It was comforting to hear someone's voice deep within the passage. We chatted briefly, and I unplugged the phone and prepared to continue. The phone resembled an oversized regular phone, more like the ones you'd be able to.

see in war movies. When I wanted to talk to B, I would just plug the phone into a special jack on the spool of wire. The power source was on B's end of the phone, so it was always turned on. The reception was clear as a normal phone. I continued forward. Even though progress was slow, it was steady. Things were going pretty good until I reached the wrong rock. Once again, I got a strange feeling just like the last time.

I looked around carefully but said nothing to be alarmed about. I proceeded to film the entire room. I got good shots of their own rock from all angles. I got the walls, ceiling, and floor to the best of my ability. I even got some pretty good tape of the figure on the wall. It was difficult to make out exactly what it was on the video, but you could definitely tell something was there. After I taped everything to my satisfaction,

I moved toward the end of the room to prepare to explore new territory. At the far end of the large room was a passage that led to darkness. The entrance was about a foot lower than my head, and it looked like it continued at that height for as far back as I could see. I ducked under the ceiling and prepared to see new sights. The walls in the new passage were darker than the rest of the cave to this point. The floor was made up at the same type of broken rocks. The ceiling had the same type of near-perfect arches, an old section of mystery cave. It also seemed out of place in the adjacent.

a get atmosphere of a cave. I can only see back about 30 feet or so where the passage appeared to make a right-hand turn. I thought this would make a good place to check in with B. It took a couple of beeps before he answered the phone, but once he did, his voice was still crystal clear. It sounded like he might have been snoozing. I'd been gone that long. He said he was doing fine and that I could take as much time as I needed.

I thanked him and hung up. His patience had been a wonderful thing during this whole project He spent a lot of time just waiting for me while I explore the passage I was glad he was still willing to sit and wait I hung up the phone and started to film the new passage And then it happened Behind me I heard the scraping noise It was lopped

It was close It was coming from the large room I had just left I wheeled around to face whatever just made the noise When I did I lost my presence of mind and stood up at the same time My helmet crashed into the passive ceiling My light broke and I was buried in the heavy darkness Pain shot through my neck and down into my back The helmet had protected my head but my neck was nearly numb from the impact

Fear enveloped me and my knees began to weaken I slowly and involuntarily slumped in my knees I gently set the camera down as I began to see stars from the pain in my upper back. The scraping noise lasted only a second, and now the only sound I could hear was my own panic-inspired breathing. Not only could I feel the fear thick upon my chest, but the darkness seemed to hold me in place. I felt like I was vulnerable from every direction. I wanted to turn and look behind me and to the side of me and in front of me. Everywhere I looked, I saw black.

Finally, I broke the stupor of terror long enough to reach for an alternate light source. The mini-may got my helmet. I twisted the light to turn it on, and when I did, I nearly cried. I'd forgotten to put fresh batteries in it, and now I could barely see more than a few feet. Still, it was better than nothing. I immediately began shining the light with all my might into the large room. I strained to get a glimpse of any movement in the room. I was shaking violently as I sat there trying to figure out what to do.

My mind was not thinking clearly. I honestly thought I was going to die right there in the cave. For a fleeting moment, I wondered how B-W would ever figure out what had happened to me. Then it hit me like a boulder. My mind must have been clearing up at that point because I also thought about my glow sticks. Without taking my eyes off the large room, I felt around in my pack for the glow sticks. Since I was carrying the phone and video camera, I removed as much as possible for my pack. and one of the things I left with B

was my backup headlamp. Thus, I was left with only the glow sticks. I found one and ripped it out of the package. I could tell something was wrong about how it sounded. It had been inadvertently broken and was now useless. I chucked it on the ground and searched my pack for another one. I took my eyes off the large room only to check the passage behind me occasionally.

I found another glow stick, broke it to light it up. The soft green glow created eerie colors on the walls of the cave. The stick provided barely enough light to see the immediate area and provided no hint of what lie had more light, again without taking my eyes off the room. I felt a third glow stick and ripped it out of the package. After breaking it to make sure it was working, I hesitated. Then through the glow stick into the large room.

The throw was a perfect one and the stick sailed through the length of the room. In the brief moment that the light tried, I traveled through the room I saw nothing but cave walls. The absence of anything unusual did nothing to ease my state of panic. At the far end of the room, I got a brief glimpse of the round rock as the light bounced on it. Then the light went behind the rock and seemed to disappear. I was still shaking, but... At least I didn't see anything.

Still, there was the noise. I used the glow stick to light the phone reel with fumbling fingers. I managed to plug my phone into the jack. I put the phone to my ear and I heard nothing. The usual beeps indicate connection with the other phone were not there. Terrified, I pulled the phone from the jack and re-inserted it again. Silence. The line was dead.

What could have happened? I'd just talked to be. I found myself nearly sobbing with fear. I knew the only way out of there was back the way I'd came, but something was there. A third attempt at making contact would be met with the same results. I tried to think of another plan, but I could only focus on the memories of the grinding sound that I had heard.

I met weak and said I slumped against the side of the passage, breathing like I'd just finished a race, never breaking eye contact with the shadows of the large room. As my shoulder touched the wall, I had a powerful jolt of pain remind me of my collision with the roof of the cave. Agony. I can't say exactly how the same. long I sat there, but my feet were tingling and my knees were sore. The pain in my back crept lower, although my neck felt no different. I resolved to make an attempt to exit this evil passage.

I know if I waited too long, I would lose what little light I had. I attempted to stand, but did not have the strength. I crawled slowly through the near edge of the large room, dragging my back beside me. Using the wall of the cave, I was able to slowly stand, though not straight due to my sore back. Still breathing rapidly, I slowly advanced through the room. I wound up the phone wire as I went. My eyes were still straight ahead, straining for any signs of movement. With every step my light would cast ever-changing shadows on the wall, keeping me busy trying to look at every one. My eyes burned as I realized I'd not blink for many minutes. How many? How long had this been going?

on. The only sounds I could hear the crunch of my feet on the broken rock and the wheezing of my breath. As I won the court, I could hear the squeal of the wheel, with each turn bringing me closer to the tomb, closer to be, closer to safety. The short trip to the room took in eternity. As I passed a crew drawing, it seemed to glow as if offering some sort of warning. I didn't know what the drawing represented, but everything about this cave seemed to instill fear. Toward the far end of the room, I could see the round rock dimly at the far reaches of my light. Something seemed different about it, but I couldn't tell what. When I got within a few feet, I could finally tell what had changed.

That was the sound I heard. Again, to her grip my bodies, I realized how close I was to... something. I had no choice but to continue still. It was not easy. I inched toward the rock holding the glowstick ahead of me and my shaking hand, using it to pierce the darkness. I stopped just the side of the rock and wound up the slack and the phone wire. Then I realized why I had lost contact with B.

The rock was now sitting on the wire. I gave it a tug and the thin wire snapped. My only hope of contact with the outside world ceased to exist when the wire broke. I had never felt so alone and helpless. Buried deep within the earth, I had voluntarily descended into my own grave with a casket of solid rock. With a phone now useless, I set it down in the passage. My gaze fixed on the round rock and proceeded forward.

My breathing was rapid, with my throat dry, aching in my mouth dusty. With every crunch of rock blow my feet, my heart seemed to stop. No movement could be seen in the green glow of my stick. I got to the rock and peered over the top. Seem nothing, I took several rapid steps past it. When I reached the other side, I recoiled in horror

at what I saw. In the side of the passage near the floor was a hole with another passage revealed. It had been covered. by the rock, but now it was exposed. Rock could not have moved by itself. I backed away from the hole and collided with the opposite wall, and not by paying attention to the pain of my back,

but now it came back to me with all its fury. I stared down its newly discovered passage. It went down at a 45-degree angle and continued straight for as far as I could see. Several feet down, I could see the glow stick that I had thrown. It illuminated the passage enough that I could tell. the walls were fairly smooth. The floor seemed to be the same way, unlike the rest of the cave. The passage is about three feet in diameter as far as I could see.

It would have been an easy passage to explore if I had the least desired to do so. Right now I wanted out of the cave and into the daylight. I slowly backed away from the hole toward B. I never took my eyes off the abyss. I nearly tripped up the phone wire as I turned to leave this devil slayer. I noticed my mini-meg was practically dead leaving me with only the glow sticks. I wanted a sprint to Floyd's tomb, just hearing another being would help alleviate some of the fear I was experiencing. As I turned away from the large rock and hole, I felt an overwhelming sense of panic filled my soul.

I felt like a legion of demons was about to attack me from behind. I felt like my salvation lie ahead of me in the darkness and Lucifer was behind me trying to keep me from safety. I felt myself moving much faster than I should have in that cave. My only thought was to get out as quickly as possible. I passed the crystal formation, barely even noticing this beautiful creation of nature and the green globe of my light. Every time I ducked to avoid a rock, I felt my back scream its reminder of my injury. When I got to the point in the passage where I had to crawl, I flung myself down on all four, as barely slowing as I dropped. When my hands came in contact with the cave floor, I felt an electric shock shoot all the way down my back and simultaneously down my arms.

For the first time since this nightmare had begun, I let out a scream. I crumpled down and lay there on the rock, with new levels of pain manifesting every time I inhaled. Wondering from fear and pain, I tried to listen to any other noise in the cave. I could feel the silence pounding in my head. I knew from previous trips that Bue was still out of ear shot but I was close forcing myself to move

I winced as I pulled my body into all fours and started to progress along the cave I still held a glow stick in my hand but I ceased checking behind me now my focus was ahead of me I reached the point where I could yell to be but I didn't make a sound

I didn't want to stop long enough to talk Finally I reached the last search of cave before the squeeze. As I was calling toward the beginning of the tomb, I called to be. He answered back. I screamed to him to get everything ready to go. He asked if I was okay, since he hadn't heard from me on the phone he got him worried. I told him no, and to get everything ready to go. When I reached the rope, I flipped off my helmet and shoved it into my pack.

For the first time, I realized I had forgot my video camera. It was a fleeting thought. I cared no more about that came than the passenger of the Titanic cared about a hat or a coat. I tied the pack to the rope and told him to pull it through. Then I told him to start heading toward the surface as soon as he pulled the rope through. He asked why, and I screamed that there was something in the cave with us. My back ached with every move I made. I knew it didn't matter, though.

I was going to get through the tomb as fast as I could, injuries notwithstanding. Just as I started into the squeeze, I felt the wind and the passage increased, and with it the most nauseating stench I have ever experienced. It smelled like damn, rotting, rancid, putrid death. I almost started to dry heave. I pulled my shirt up over my nose to shield me from the overpowering smell. At this point, B, smelled it too. He yelled, what is that? Then he yelled at me to hurry up and get through.

I told him I was coming and I took a deep breath through my shirt and started back through Bees yelling had intensified my fear and panic as if I needed any help I knew you could sense the urgency and getting out of this place still as I worked my way through

I yelled at him to start up that I would catch up with him when I got through he said he would he placed my glow stick inside the passage then began to climb out this time through the squeeze I had no regard for the tightness of the passage I was scraping my face, ears, arms, and shoulders.

Every inch of the squeeze meant numerous scratches on my body, but I barely noticed them. My back was nearly paralyzing me with pain. Once again, I felt the rise of need to vomit because of the odor being delivered to my nostrils by the breeze. Halfway through Floyd's tomb, I took a break to catch my breath. I was approaching exhaustion and my respiration where it was going through the roof. the top of the passage seemed to rest my cheek and the floor felt like broken glass on my opposite cheek. As I paused briefly to recuperate,

I heard the scraping noise coming from deep within the cave. It continued for several seconds. Then silence. I let out a cry which startled me. I was no longer consciously reacting to the noise. The cry was a subconscious response to the fear which flowed through my entire body. In a panic, I began to scound.

go through the passage. As I reached the largest part of the two, I quickly slid my arm under my body to get into position to exit through our hole. I grabbed the rope and pulled with all my might. When my shoulders reached the hole, they lodged, and I was stuck.

I dug my feet into the rocks and wiggled my way back into the passage. Then I turned my body slowly and tried again. This time I was successful in pulling my upper body through. Normally I would carefully work my way, out since there's a three-foot drop on the outside of the hole. This time I kicked with my legs and pulled with my arms and plop. I dropped out of the tomb right onto my shoulder. I tried to roll this off in the impact, but I was not able to do anything more than take the blow. Strangely, the

pain focused on my shoulder, apparently not affecting my already sore back. I rolled over onto all fours, then slowly rose to my feet. The smell was much less intense outside the passage. I grew up. grabbed the glow stick and used it to find my helmet. I began to head for the webbing to climb up while strapping on my helmet. When I got to the webbing, I reached up and grabbed a hold and recoiled in horror. In the glow of the glow stick, I could see for the first time the injuries to my arms. The forms were covered with deep cuts and scrapes. Much of my arm was covered with blood. The wounds were not deep enough to bleed freely, but rather ooze the blood. In that brief moment that I stopped, I noticed that there was silence in the cave.

No sounds coming from the passage and nothing from up ahead. Once again the feeling of being alone returned, motivating me to proceed. Climbing up the little drop off proved to be difficult in my condition. Having a glow stick is the only light source added to the challenge. Once on top I scrambled to catch up with B. I was impressed at the speed of his ascent. Although I did not mention any more of my physical condition during my exit, I was hurting.

with every step I took pain shot through my lower back and my neck my arms were shredded and my shoulder had a nice gash in it I honestly believe that were not for the terror I felt at that time I would not have the energy and motivation to climb out I was running on pure adrenaline unfortunately the adrenaline surge was about to end I did not see or hear B until I reached the small area at the bottom of the drop He was on rope and climbing out as fast as he could.

I could hear him moving quickly and breathing heavily. I called out to him when his startled reaction told me he was nearly as tense as I was. He told me to get on the rope and start climbing. We both knew that would be dangerous and not something we would ever normally do. But this was different. I stood there looking up at where the rope disappeared into the darkness above me. It danced around as B made his way to safety. He was out of sight, but I knew he was.

was close. I knew the rope was my lifeline to the outside. To light, safety. Behind me was darkness, fear, the unknown. I had the fleeting thought of a movie scene where the actor outwitted the monster and reached the front door of the haunted house. Just as he reaches for the knob, he hears the sound behind him and turns only to see. I slid the glow stick in. I slid the glow stick in to the cord on my helmet and reached for my harness. Then I thought I would let Bee get a little bit higher while I pulled the rope up that was stretched down into the cave. That would make it easier to get out once we got to the top of the drop.

I chose not to wind the rope around my arms since it was sore and bleeding, so I just pulled it into a pile on the floor. From above I heard Bee warn me, Rock! And I ducked under the ledge as several small rocks landed on the floor near my feet. I quickly went back to pulling the rope in. I had about half of it, about 50 feet when the rope had a snake. It was solid. There was no way I was going to crawl back in to release it,

so I just decided to forget the rope and get my harness on and get out of the cave. I quickly threw the harness around me and started to buckle it. Before I could secure it, I heard a strange noise at my feet. My pulse began to quicken. I looked down at the rope only to discover to my horror that the rope was disappearing down into the darkness. Something was pulling the rope back into the cave. I let go of the harness and began crawling my way up the rope. The unbuckled harness fell to the floor.

Fortunately, I held on to an ascender. At that moment, I could not think straight and began climbing out of the cave without being attached to the rope. I climbed out many times without using an ascending device. But I was always attached to the rope just in case. I was climbing as fast as my better body could haul. me up. I was in a near panic stating and consequently was scraping, bumping, and gouging my arms and legs. As I climbed, I screamed to beat that something was pulling the rope. He yelled back to hurry up.

Luck was with me that I didn't slip and fall back down into the hole. If I had, I would have bounced several times against the sides of the cave before smashing into the floor. The injuries would be fatal. Without the necessity of having to stop to slide the ascender up the roll, I would I had made excellent time getting up. I could see rays of light above me, coming from the entrance to the cave. That told me exactly where I was in the cave. I got up to be on the ledge below where our re-bellay point was fixed. I told him to keep going.

It would only take him a few minutes, but every second would be torture because I had to wait for him to get up. I watched the rope that we had just climbed up. I expected to see some creature from deep within the earth climb up and make me its lunch. The rope moved around a bit in rhythm with bees climbing, but did not appear to have any tension on it.

As I stood there waiting for bee, I kept watching the rope for signs of anything bizarre. I didn't know if my hurt could take any more stress. I could not have been more wired. I tried to relax a bit to make sure I was thinking rationally, but my poor brain had reached sensory overload. As bee reached the top of the last climb, I got ready to clip on my ascender and get my sorry butt out of there.

It was then that I noticed the rope began to tighten from below. I could feel the tension on the rope, but it was a steady tension, not like someone was climbing up. Either way, I wanted out there as fast as possible. I clipped on and scrambled up the rope. I hadn't noticed, but feet kept on moving toward the entrance. I got up the last few feet in a hurry. I just unclipped and kept on.

moving, leaving the rope behind. By the time I got to the entrance of the cave and daylight, B was almost up to where the rope was anchored. I wanted to get up so bad I almost started a free climb without clipping onto the rope. I could see B was almost up so I clicked on and started up. I almost didn't make it up. I had just started up when I nearly collapsed from exhaustion. I managed to recover enough to pull myself up the last few feet. As I climbed, I could hear the tension on the rope manifest itself by the stretching noise in the rope. I prayed the rope would not break with me attached to it. The second that I reached the top of the rope, I unclipped the ascender.

I could see B kneeling down by the tree so I limped over to him and collapsed. For the first time since I went through Floyd's tomb, we could see each other. He just stared. I knew I looked pretty bad, but didn't know the Bue was in such bad shape. He had cuts and scrapes on every exposed surface of his body. His face was pale, almost white. His mouth and his eyes were wide open. He was breathing heavily, almost gasping.

The shock we shared at the other person's appearance was broken when we heard the rope were him at the tree stretch on the knot. He had tied tightened. I was frozen in place. Overwhelmed with fright. Bees seemed to be transfixed on the knot. And in one motion he produced a pocket knife and began to work on the rope.

It's amazing how a person's state of mind can alter the perception of time. I'm sure it only took four or five seconds to sever the rope from the tree, but it seemed like an hour. When the rope was cut, the knot fell to the ground. The end of the rope zipped across the rock and over the edge of the cliff, the speed of it causing how many noises it went. As soon as the rope was cut, B let out a cry. He dropped the knife and fell backward. Watching the rope fly over the edge brought the feeling. and the passage back to me.

I got up and headed toward the truck. I noticed B was still laying there, wide-eyed, staring at the point the rope disappeared. I called to him, which seemed to break his trance. He got up and hurried away from the tree, the cave, the nightmare. Neither of us said a word all the way home. It is now four days after our trip to the cave. It has taken me four days and dozens of attempts to get this entire experience written into my journal.

Every time I started writing, I recalled the terrible feelings I had and couldn't write anymore. I felt compelled to continue. So is the document the unbeliefable events while all the details were fresh in my mind. I can still feel the pain. Still smell the stench. Still experience the terror. Even typing from my journal has taken hours. I'd like to say more, but it'll have to wait.

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