My dearest brother is a urban explorer, finding the abandoned, forgotten, and eerie lurking below, lost to time. a few days ago he called my father up, asking if he knew any cool places around, for father was a criminal investigator, and has been all across the area in horrid places. My father replied he knew a strange tunnel, once built for a train to pass thru but no train was ever constructed. How he found the place was rather strange, everyday on the drive to work hed pass many a road sign, and a few were marked, painted with strange symbols, so he asked his friend what they meant, and apparently if you followed the sigil signs it would lead you into where satan worshipers held black mass, so he did just that, following them into the tunnel, only illuminated by his flashlight he ventured inside. The very inside of the tunnel was rather strange, it went from smooth finished concrete to the rough rocky ceilings of the earth, and where the end of concrete and jagged rocks began was a chard black spot on the ground, sticks and wood burnt to a crisp with a stained skull of a goat sitting within the ashes, waves of strange energy coursed through the dim tunnel, the sigils lining the walls, so my father left, escaping from the horrors within. that was twenty years ago. My brother and him followed the same route, finding the tunnel. it was long abandoned by the satan worshipers, but the energy within was still horrid, making the hairs on your neck shoot up. the walls were now covered with graffiti, the runes now long covered, but still remaining below the neon paint. The both of them stepped across the barrier between smooth man made concrete and jagged rock, and something echoed in the very distance, a goat bleat. they both heard.

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