The Devil’s Chamber
This is such a stupid idea. Why are we even doing this?
Those were the thoughts that arose in my mind on that chilly, eerie evening. Sitting in the passenger seat of the dimly-lit car which belonged to my best friend Matt, I peered out the window and glanced up at the beautiful, yet ominous, night sky. The moon was huge and luminous. I looked at my watch. It was just about midnight, a time when most normal people would already be in bed.
I glanced over at Matt, who was gleefully driving to our destination, seemingly unaware of how stupid this whole thing was. “Why are we doing this, Matt? You know nothing’s gonna happen,” I said, slightly annoyed at the entire situation.
Matt looked at me with aggravation.
“You agreed to come, so stop being a little bitch and try to have some fun,” he snapped.
After about five more minutes of driving, Matt stopped the car abruptly. “Here we are,” he proclaimed with genuine excitement. He then turned to me and corrected himself. “Well, almost. We have to do a little walking.”
I followed Matt as we walked down a steep grassy hill and ended up in the woods. Pitch black. “I can’t see a fucking thing,” I exclaimed. “Don’t worry dude, I brought a flashlight.” He pulled a small flashlight out of his jeans pocket. “Of course,” I muttered under my breath. We continued through the woods for what seemed like an hour. Finally, we arrived in front of a vast, deep tunnel.
I looked at Matt. “What the hell is this thing?”
“The Devil’s Chamber. Here we are. Let’s go.” Matt said, dangerously eager to go inside the death trap.
I stopped him. “Woah, woah, woah, we’re not going in there, are we? We’re gonna kill ourselves. What if the flashlight dies? What if there’s someone else in there? What if there’s–”
“What if you stopped being such a pussy and just walked in?” my friend interrupted in a half-joking tone. “Come on, let’s go.”
I reluctantly followed him into the tunnel. It was cold, dark and damp. Insects were everywhere, not to mention all the dead rats, mice, and of course the occasional decaying cat. There were all sorts of graffiti covering the walls. I instantly felt something very strange throughout my body. It felt as if a bubble of negative energy was trying to push itself into me. I was overwhelmed with a sense of dread. However, I remembered how damn excited Matt was to be here, so I kept my mouth shut and continued to follow behind him.
As we reached the middle of the tunnel, Matt pulled out his camera and decided to take a few pictures. For the next couple of minutes all I heard was the loud snap of Matt’s camera, paired with a flash that nearly blinded me. Suddenly, I felt a small hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around, but of course, nobody was behind me. I shrugged it off and kept walking. “Maybe it was a bug,” I thought, in an attempt to calm my nerves.
The tunnel became colder and darker the further we walked. “How long is this tunnel?” I asked Matt. He turned to me and smirked. “Would you relax? We’ll turn back in a minute.” I noticed that he was beginning to feel a bit nervous. “You’re right though, we have been walking for a while. Let’s turn around.”
We began to walk back to the entrance. I couldn’t wait to get out. As we were walking, I abruptly heard something that sounded like a young girl’s laughter. Then, I felt it again. The hand on my shoulder. The same small, child-like hand. This time, it was more assertive, like something was really trying to get my attention. Again, I tried to tell myself that it was probably just a bug or something. I just wanted to get the hell out of this place.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, we reached the entrance and quickly walked outside. We hurried through the woods and up the hill, glancing over our shoulders every so often to make sure nothing was … “following” us.
At last, we arrived at Matt’s car. I wasted no time opening the passenger door and hopping in. Matt then got inside after me and started the car. He pulled his camera out of his backpack. “Alright, let’s see what we got,” he said with a radiant grin.
The two of us looked carefully at every picture. Nothing. Just a bunch of concrete, dirt and spiders. Then, we came across a picture of me standing in front of Matt. We both looked closely and gasped.
There was a small child-like hand, gently resting on my shoulder.
Credit To – Jake Grogan
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not bad. you should maybe adjust the ending, though. definitely not anywhere near being labelled “the worst pasta” though. some ppl are overly hard on others. Its unfortunate. I gave this an 8 out for 10.
Probably the worst pasta I’ve read. I was able to work out how the entire story was going to play out the second I started reading, but I guess calling it a “story” would be pushing it.
Generic and bland characters. The “what are you a pussy?” line which has been done to death and one of the most silly ways to push the plot forward if you ask me. Too short and the ending was, like the whole story, predictable.
1/10.
1/10
A little cliche. But still good.
I liked it
Very good and scary i feel so bad for u.i liked it very much but if only it was more scarier like if u saw something. :) 9\10
Not to be offensive but the ending is too generic but the story was good
That I just fucked up. I mean that I just OMG!!!!
True story my ass.
Too short and ended way too quickly.
Its was good at first i think you needed more things to put like a story that gets us thinking i give this a 4.5 just because the begin and middle was good>
Well I found it rather boring. No offence, whatsoever it was okay. but yeah it was rather uneventful in my mind
This was some good writing. With some improvement you could make the ending not so obvious. I was expecting like the han dof a demon or an actual demon which wouldve been unexpected.
where is the pic??
Even though the story itself wasn’t so scary I think if this happened to me I would have shat a large number of bricks
You have a lot of potential!!! :3