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The mine

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The mines were...interesting. There is a reason I haven't been in contact. As it turns out, the reception in this town is absolutely terrible, going out for days, weeks, or even months at a time. But nevertheless I'm still here.
Inside that mine was something I never expected. At the bottom, there is an office. A desk lit by an old-fashioned oil lamp. But whoever attends that desk does not write in English. They write in symbols. But something disturbs me about it. The name tag on the desk said "Zodiac". I don't know why, but that word sounds quite familiar. But as for the desk, behind it was a well. And doors. Three doors. And chains. Always with the chains. Something about chains seems familiar. But the doors themselves are worth mentioning. Each of them is the same rusty steel door that covers everything else in the mines. Unlike the last one, two were left unlocked. In fact, there was a note written on each one. The first door on the right said this: "This is how I get around."
The room behind that door was strange...it was a closet somewhere around twenty feet high, and there were pipes covering every wall. Not the pipes themselves, I should mention, but like drainage pipes.
The second door in the middle said this: From Deep Darkness to the No-Life King. Hel Awaits through a one-way door."
This door contained what looked like a floorless meat locker. The room itself was covered in frost, but the chains and meat hooks looked freshly used. Blood still dripped from some.
The last door had a chilling message: "The Ark. You are not ready for yourself. Stay out or pay the price, like so many others. I dare you. -Zodiac"

Clearly, I was expected, even though I did not make any formal plans. At this point, my primary instinct was to flee. But something went wrong. Dreadfully wrong. A deep mine shaft is quite cold. Anyone whose ever been in a cave knows how cold they are. But at this elevation, they are colder than frigid. But even so, it managed to get colder, as if the warmth from my body was being sucked out. I got that feeling o being stalked. But there's only the one door. Realizing just how damn vulnerable I was, I turned back to the entrance. The door on top slammed shut. It was complete darkness. That is, until the lights flickered on. And by "flickered on", I mean they just flickered. But out of nowhere (I may have been hallucinating) these dead bodies appeared. Each one molested in some way. Some of them with their guts torn out. Some with no faces, just skin sewn to where their faces should have been. Some hanging. Some rotting. Some fresh. Bodies, everywhere. And each time the lights flickered, they moved, like some flip-page book, or an old movie projector. They defied gravity, floating towards me.
God...the stench...I don't think I'll ever feel clean again. But these bodies. They were not real. As the lights came to heat up, they steadied, and it wasn't real. At least I don't think so. The images kept flickering across my vision as if my own brain was receiving interference from a different channel. Namely the one with the bodies. As terrified as I was, I still had enough sense to know when to get the hell out. The steel cord I used to get down was still tied securely. The doors were just shut. With one leg still shot, I had to use my fists to bust it back open. Let me say that kicking a door open is hard, let alone a steel door, even with rusty locks. It's just asking for broken bones. But this door's like was already broken. I punched the damn thing open and drew my weapon. In the time I wasted hallucinating, I had no way of knowing what would have happened. Did my attacker plant explosives to trap me in? Was he planning something, maybe to carve his own message out of my small intestines? I thought it was an obvious time to draw my weapon. Although A PI doesn't exactly need that big a gun, I learned in the Marines that there is never too much of a good thing if your opponent has the drop on you. I managed to get back to the hotel without further incident. But my leg is killing me. It really hurts like hell.

I awoke the next morning to find myself quite...beat up. And I felt like it as well. It was as if someone had broken into my room and beatn the shit out of me. A black eye, split lip, and one of my fillings is loose. But it seems that I'm not the only one who got some midnight action. My only apparent friend around here woke up with a Circle X carved into his chest. He initially blamed me, but he saw my face before me. Heck, he woke me up. My room had been badly vandalized. Something happened last night that I don't remember. Still, my guilt was acquitted when he saw my face. I didn't know how bad it was until I saw it in the mirror. I also have to mention that my apartment was vandalized. Circle X's, incoherent messages, symbols all over the place. Considering what could have happened, I got off easy. This man and I spent the whole day questioning people, and found nothing. Could I be dealing with a criminal who has access to drugs? It only makes sense. A mine is a good place to pump hallucinogenic gases. I this person somehow have access to Rohypnol?
Rohypnol is one of the primarily suspected date-rape drugs out there. It holds strong amnestic properties that fit the description of what's happened. Later that day, I also got a letter in the mail.
"Dear Mr. Barron,

I wunder if you can purform as admirably as you did the last time you met my employer? Your shrewdness and ability to purform without yur memory is quite astounding. I look forward to meting u. I've herd a lot of good things about you. But I jest. I am onlee a temp werker.

                                                                                                              Sincerely, Zodiac.
"

If I'm dealing with who I think I'm dealing with, it explains the theatricality as well as the randomness of his attacks. I may know who Zodiac is.
Ah...another letter from my favorite anonymous person...
And what is this? Another player?
And here's your music, although it's too long for this piece. Just listen to it and then read it.
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lprw's avatar
have you watched marble hornets ? just wondering


good stuff btw, very intense