Post by steppedonwolf on Nov 7, 2009 10:26:35 GMT
This is a story given to me by a friend who visited the Underground Passages at Exeter on Halloween.
www.exeter.gov.uk/index.aspx?articleid=2914
It inspired her to write this little tale of terror. She's given permission to have it posted here. Hope you enjoy it.
They could see it in the twitch of the police officer’s brow. So what if they’d heard a scream? Unexplained shouts in the night were not uncommon considering the youth of Britain’s penchant for binge drinking.
Equally, nor were false tales born out of drunken misunderstandings. Exeter was a student town after all.
Yet it hadn’t been the shout itself that the said was uncanny. They insisted that it had come from beneath them.
“Are you trying to tell me that someone was in the passages?” the woman in uniform asked, obviously unimpressed. They stared back blankly.
“The ones that run underneath the town…” she paused. “Are you students?”
“It wasn’t just that,” one mumbled, her eyes cast down at her feet. They were painted green. No wonder this woman wasn’t taking them seriously.
“Please, girls. It’s Halloween. It was probably just some kids thinking it’s funny to be scary.”
“Tell her about the blood,” one hissed to the other.
It was then that the officer noticed the splotches that trailed behind the girls. On the linoleum of the waiting room floor was an all too familiar shade of red.
“It was bubbling up from the drain,” one promised, shooting a quick glance behind her. She caught a fleeting glimpse of herself and her friends in a reflection in the window.
If only the officer understood how much of a monster each girl that stood in front of her really was…
www.exeter.gov.uk/index.aspx?articleid=2914
It inspired her to write this little tale of terror. She's given permission to have it posted here. Hope you enjoy it.
They could see it in the twitch of the police officer’s brow. So what if they’d heard a scream? Unexplained shouts in the night were not uncommon considering the youth of Britain’s penchant for binge drinking.
Equally, nor were false tales born out of drunken misunderstandings. Exeter was a student town after all.
Yet it hadn’t been the shout itself that the said was uncanny. They insisted that it had come from beneath them.
“Are you trying to tell me that someone was in the passages?” the woman in uniform asked, obviously unimpressed. They stared back blankly.
“The ones that run underneath the town…” she paused. “Are you students?”
“It wasn’t just that,” one mumbled, her eyes cast down at her feet. They were painted green. No wonder this woman wasn’t taking them seriously.
“Please, girls. It’s Halloween. It was probably just some kids thinking it’s funny to be scary.”
“Tell her about the blood,” one hissed to the other.
It was then that the officer noticed the splotches that trailed behind the girls. On the linoleum of the waiting room floor was an all too familiar shade of red.
“It was bubbling up from the drain,” one promised, shooting a quick glance behind her. She caught a fleeting glimpse of herself and her friends in a reflection in the window.
If only the officer understood how much of a monster each girl that stood in front of her really was…