Spine-Tingling Tales from Below - Scary Paranormal Encounters

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:14):
While I wasn't sure about this yesterday, trusting my gut
and therefore the bunny headed Girl has actually paid off
for once. I didn't enlist Dale or his family's help,
because by now I trust them just about as much
as you guessed it some random rabbit. That doesn't mean
I don't understand where Dale was coming from. I do,

(00:36):
and I don't even blame him. But it's hard to
stay rational when you realize a person would willingly trade
you for another. Calling a coworker would definitely not have
been an option, seeing as it took Dale over a
whole day to get us here. So if I had
called one of my friends, they would not only have
to drive all the way out here with no detailed

(00:58):
knowledge of the location except maybe their navigation system, they
would also have to take me all the way back,
and that's not something I have time for. Also, even
though it hurts to say this, there's not too much
I have left to lose anymore. I was at a
point where my main motto was simply screw it. The

(01:19):
short break the rabbit Headed Girl and I took from
walking was spent on a small clearing in the woods.
I was leaning against a tree. I had just relayed
the details of the wager tour. She was sitting across
from me with cross legs, regarding me attentively. My name's Madeline,
she suddenly said. What. I was a bit caught off guard.

(01:41):
I don't need to know your name, but my name
is Madeline. It's the name my parents gave me. I'd
like for you to call me that. I nodded slowly,
and Madeline's ear twitched slightly. We're pretty close now, by
the way, It's very important that you're well rested. You
need to be in your right mind for you to enter.
I had already strongly suspected this, but I still had

(02:02):
to ask. You're taking me to the underground, right Madeline
nodded yes. Are you like okay with that? I am?
I replied with a soft sigh. Nothing to lose here,
So why are you helping me exactly? Why do you
hate the wild ones? Aren't you one yourself? I am,

(02:23):
but I hate that too. The wild ones are bastards,
the whole lot of them. She cleared her throat. Her
voice was faltering and squeaky. About a year ago they
took me. I used to live with my mom and dad,
and my little brothers near the woods. These same ones
right here. Just wait further up, she pointed behind us,
roughly into our northern direction. One night, when I was awake,

(02:46):
something came in through the window. It was summer, so
I left it open. There were like two or three
of them. One dragged me out of bed while holding
my mouth shut, and then the other one. The other
one just slid under the black and it suddenly looked
just like me. The other one held me real close,
and I tried to scream, but it didn't let me.

(03:07):
It jumped back out through the window and brought me
you nowhere. It kept me there, and well, I'm actually
not even allowed outside. No one is. But when Warren
came through, everyone kissed his ass. Of course they all
got out of his way. So I just, you know,

(03:28):
I just snuck after him. No one watches out for
the rabbit kid when that gross asshole is coming through.
She almost sounded proud of herself. Everyone says he's on
thin ice for acting the way he did, but no
one does anything, not yet, at least, I'm sorready hear
that about you being changed, I remarked, not quite sure

(03:48):
what else to say, but while going through the underground
really help me get back to the park faster. Definitely,
time works different down there in space two. It's hard
to describe, but you'll see for yourself. Everything that's big
up here is way smaller down there. But we got
to be real careful. I heard a lot of them
talk about how you or more or less attack the

(04:11):
ones in the park. So you're telling me we're going
to a nightmare underground world where everyone wants to kill me.
Isn't that going to get you in trouble too? First off,
it'll be worth it. I hate Warren and I hate
Motha Mulberry. I just want to see the looks on
their dumb faces. The ones who can stay on the surface.
They just she fumbled for words. They don't deserve it.

(04:33):
They don't even hide like the one who replaced me.
They're on plain sight of everyone. I know it sounds stupid,
but I hate them for it. Like out of everyone
down there, I hate them the most. I tried to
smile at her. She was really being a bit childish.
But if a grudge like that would be getting me
back to the park, so be it. Say, is there

(04:55):
anyone who makes the rules down there, you know, run
the place. Madeline thought for a while before answering, I
guess you could say it's the old ones. Warn is
one of them. The longer you're around, the further up
in the food chain you are, are there ones that
are even older than Warren? The White Bunny nodded. There are,

(05:18):
but there's not too many of them. Those are the
ones who are so angry at them. By the way,
you don't just break a contract, you know, you don't
do that down there. What makes it even worse is
that the old ones are the same who you see
as a pest as well. But don't worry about them
too much. I'm sure we won't meet any of them.
They're too idle to ever leave their sleeping places. Really

(05:39):
can't imagine one of them appearing in our way. I
still got to warn you, though, humans have trouble entering
the underworld. I remember my first few hours down there.
It was awful. It's the air, you know. Do you
have anything you can breathe into? I nodded and pulled
up the collar of my shirt, pressing it over my
mouth and nose. Line shrugged. That'll probably do, I guess see.

(06:04):
The error is It makes you go woozy if you're
not used to it, so try not to breathe in
a lot. Won't they try to attack me? I asked,
not If they don't notice us, they won't. Mattle Line
giggled and gave me a mischievous look. If I managed
to sneak outside, who says we can't manage to make
our way through as well? We just got to be
real and conspicuous. Then no one will even care if

(06:27):
things go south. You can still fight, right, I cracked
the rabbit headed girl a reassuring smile. I'll try, I said,
suppressing a chuckle. Okay, what else to know? Um? Stick
by my side, don't eat or drink anything you find
down there, and don't talk to anyone but me. Try

(06:48):
and hide that necklace of yours. They'll sense it. If
I were you, i'd keep it on though. It'll keep
you from going weird. Mato Line worn sternly going weird.
I repeat it just in the process of taking off
my necklace and looping it around my wrist so I
could hide it under my sleeve. Uh yeah about that.

(07:09):
I don't want to scare you, but I've seen people
being dragged into the underground again and again they try
to resist, but then when they're halfway through the changing process,
they go all strange, and it's like they're suddenly super happy,
and it's plain creepy. I can't remember if I acted
like that too, but nowadays it really freaks me out.

(07:31):
Madeline stared at the grass in front of her and saud,
you remember all that so clearly, I remarked. Madeline simply
shrugged and rose to her feet before helping me up too.
I never forgot who I am. That's all. Let's go now.
She didn't let go of my hand. When we got
back on our way, we walked a little deeper into

(07:52):
the woods until we reached a large tree, in front
of which the rabbit headed girl came to a halt.
It marks the ensurance, she explained curtly, a bit breathless,
She then led me around the tree. On the other
side of the trunk, there was a wide, pitch black
hole in the ground. My eyes widened as I stared
down into the abysmal darkness. Madeline must have noticed my

(08:16):
worried expression, since she looked up at me with wide
eyes and asked, do you still want to do this? Yes?
I replied, swallowing my apprehension. A strange curiosity had gotten
hold of me. I somehow felt like being on a
roller coaster again, shivering with both the excitement, fear and anticipation.

(08:37):
All right, here we go, Madeleine's voice was firm, and
she lowered herself to the ground, getting down on all fours.
Stay behind me, she ordered. I did as she told me,
and once she had disappeared into the darkness of the hole,
I followed her. The soil under my palms and knees

(08:58):
was wet and soft. I could feel dampened my pants,
and I had to duck a little to squeeze my
backpack inside with me. The light of the surface soon
lost itself in the pitch black tunnel. Are we even
going to be able to see anything once we're down there,
I whispered, not daring to raise my voice. Yeah, there's
always a bit of light. There's like tiny fires everywhere,

(09:21):
Madeline replied calmly. I could see the faint white shine
of her head bobbing up ahead of me. We must
have crept through the tunnel for minutes. I believe I
held my breath for the longest time. My cheeks were
tingling with nervousness, a sensation which intensified with every inch
that brought me closer to the end of the passage.

(09:43):
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Suddenly
I noticed the slight smell of flowers and rotten fruit
joined the fresh brown scent of the earth. It got
stronger and stronger the further we descended, and by the
time Madeline warned me that we would have to jump soon,
it had completely filled my nose and throat. This is

(10:04):
the end of the passage, my guide panted, Get ready
for a bit of a tumble. With that, the white
spot suddenly disappeared, and I could hear a low thump
coming from somewhere below me. Reaching out to feel my
way about in the tunnel, I discovered that there was
nothing there in front of me. I turned a bit
so I would land on my feet, not sure how

(10:25):
big of a father was to expect, then carefully pushed
myself closer and closer to the edge until I felt
myself slipping off. To my surprise and delight, I landed safely.
My feet hit the ground first and instantly sank into
its coating, which I assumed to be foliage. At first.

(10:45):
Looking down, however, I found myself standing in a sticky,
gooey mixture of rotten fruit, definitely the source of the
strange smell, decaying flowers and wilted leaves, all resting atop
an unidentifiable greenish more. Glancing around, I noticed that we
were in some sort of high cave, the walls of

(11:06):
which were illuminated by dimly flickering makeshift torches that were
mounted to them. Madeline grabbed my hand. Her naked feet
had sunken in all the way up to her ankles.
Let's go, she whispered, gently, pulling me along as she
moved forward, a squishing noise accompanying each of her steps.
At the far end of the hall, the wall gave

(11:27):
way to another passage, this one, however, large and easily
accessible on foot. Before we had reached its end, however,
Madeline gestured for me to stay back as she hastily
leaned in to peek around the corner. All right, coast clear,
she quietly exclaimed, waving me over. As we exited the passage,

(11:50):
the first thing I noticed was the sound of water running.
Upon looking around, I found myself standing in an even
larger cave, there was what looked to be a spring
in its wall, right next to where the passage ended.
Murky dark water was steadily splashing out of it, collecting
itself and a ditch in the ground. I followed the
canal with my eyes to find that it was running

(12:12):
through the whole of the cave like a small river.
Remembering what Madeline had told me earlier, I pulled my
shirt over the better half of my face so as
to not breathe in too much of the fragrant air
heavily hanging around us. Remembering what Madeline had told me earlier,
I pulled my shirt over the better half of my
face so as to not breathe in too much of

(12:34):
the fragrant air heavily hanging above us. The rabbit headed
child quickly proceeded to lead the way. I was surprised
to find the tunnels and caves empty, and it was
just about to ask why this was the case, when
she suddenly halted in her tracks. Sh She uttered, even
though I hadn't said a word. Can you hear that?

(12:55):
I listened intently, straining my ears. Somewhere ahead of us
the distance, I could hear murmuring it was low and faint,
but audible. Nonetheless. Okay, okay, don't panic, Madeline stammered, even
though it sounded more like she was talking to herself
than to me. We were bound to run into someone
at some point. Maybe we can sneak around them. We

(13:19):
found the source of the whispers, located in the room
over It was the largest caveette. To my surprise, there
were even trees and bushes growing inside of it. It
looked like a small forest clearing just underground. The dark
rivulet was running through its middle, as if parting the
clearing into two halves. There were two people, or rather

(13:41):
two creatures, lying next to each other on the ground.
I squinted to try and get a better look at them.
They both looked faintly humanoid, except that their limbs were
unnaturally long. Neither their legs nor their arms had the
same size. I couldn't help but think that it had
to be nearly impossible to stand upright, let alone walk

(14:01):
like that. They appeared to be quietly speaking to one another,
their voices low and husky. Madeline gestured for me to
follow her as she hurriedly entered the clearing and sank
down behind a bush. I did as she told me,
thankfully silent enough for none of the two wild ones
to notice me. We began to creep alongside the edge

(14:22):
of the cave, hidden behind the thick green foliage of
the hedge. As we passed the two resting creatures, I
managed to pick up a few short snippets of their conversation.
To my bewilderment, However, they weren't really talking. It was
just words strung together in an unsensical manner. I thought
I could hear things like sleep or leaf from time

(14:45):
to time, but there was no way of being sure.
It was grotesque. By the time we had reached the
end of the cave, neither of the two had noticed us.
Madeline quickly got up and began rushing into the next passageway,
and I hurried after her, the fabric of my shirt
still pressed to my mouth. I almost collided with her

(15:05):
when she stopped on her tracks, turned around, and shoved
me back into the hedge we had just emerged from.
Covering my mouth with her tiny hand, she whispered someone's coming.
Cowering amidst the leaves and twigs, we watched as something
large exited the tunnel. At first I could only see
its feet and hands as we were pressing ourselves to

(15:27):
the ground, and it was walking on all fours. But
when I lifted my head a little, I could see
the rest of it. I seriously wish I hadn't. The
creature was a knuckle walking through the dirt. It looked
like a mixture of a person and a large ape
of sorts that in itself wouldn't have startled me as much,

(15:47):
But part of his face appeared to be missing. It
looked like half of its head had just melted into
its skull. I swallowed hard, and Madeline reached out to
squeeze my hand. I shot her a great glance. When
it had finally trotted past us, we got up again,
quickly stumbling through the tunnel, me trying to catch up
with my nimble guide. I noticed that we were following

(16:11):
the little river every tunnel we passed, every cave we
snuck through. The stream was always there. From time to time,
I would lose sight of it for a short moment,
only to find it in the next room we entered.
Occasionally I would even spot entrances to similar tunnels which
appeared to be leading to the surface. I remember thinking

(16:32):
I would never be able to navigate around a maze
as complex as this, But Madeline was nifty. She seemed
to know exactly where we were headed. Each turn and
each step she took was decisive and determined. I could
hardly fathom the creatures we encountered on our way. None
ever seemed to notice us, a lucky circumstance only explainable

(16:53):
by Madeline's skillfulness. The caves themselves were never too crowded.
Sometimes they would be completely empty. Other times there would
be up to five wild ones in them, but we
never saw more than that. At once. The rabbit headed
girl appeared to be growing more and more confident. She
had stopped frantically glancing around and checking if I was

(17:16):
still behind her. All the time. We were just walking
through the probably twentieth tunnel, when suddenly she froze mid motion.
Oh no, I heard her breathe. Following her gaze, I
almost instantly spotted the reason for her distress. Warren was
standing on the far end of the hall we were
heading towards, thankfully, facing away from us. He seemed to

(17:39):
be talking to another creature, a smaller, stockier one. It too, however,
looked distinctly humanoid. Madeline quick wittedly pulled me into the
cover of a large, wide tree, and I hid behind
it as best I could. That's one of the elders,
she breathed, deep concern in her voice. We waited a

(18:00):
little while I tried to pick up on what they
were talking about, but I couldn't hear a thing, judging
from the look on Warren's already contorted face. Though the
conversation was getting a bitheated. Finally, the other creature disappeared
into one of the smaller tunnels, while Warren himself stomped
off into our direction. I held my breath and sank

(18:21):
to my knees, pressing myself against the bark of the tree.
Madeline had laid down, pretending to be asleep. My pursuer
strode past her without paying her any mind. I was
just about to let go of a sigh of relief
when suddenly I felt cold, dry skinned fingers wrapping themselves
around my neck from behind. The grip tightened and I

(18:45):
was pulled up from the ground, only to be forcefully
spun around and looked right into Warren's ghostly pale eyes.
His mouth had stretched into a wide, gleeful smirk hello.
He let out a loud, ferocious cackle, and for a
split second I felt reminded of the laughing cowboy before
I had known his actual name. I cursed inwardly at

(19:09):
the realization that I didn't have my revolver at hand.
It's funny how this came to mind in such an
unfavorable moment, but I really did like him a lot better.
When he couldn't talk, I spotted a single cockroach climb
out of his mouth and into his hair. I bit
my lip, struggling and finally managing to kick him in
the stomach with all my might. He let out a

(19:31):
startled gasp and let go of me, and I took
my chance to turn around and sprint towards the tunnel
I had. I didn't get too far, though, I was
rapidly pulled back, and Warren shouted me to the ground,
immediately placing a foot on my back. He pressed it
right down on my spine, his heel digging painfully into
the soft flesh right beside it. Remembering the locket wrapped

(19:56):
around my wrist, I lifted my hand and pressed it
against his calf, even through the fabric of his clothing.
It seemed to hurt him, seeing as he almost immediately
stumbled backwards. I scrambled to my feet, lifting my fists.
As Warren got ready to lunge at me again, I
punched him in the chest, earning a satisfying whimper as
I felt my hand to make contact with the soft

(20:19):
edge of one of the bullet holes. My success was
short lived, though. Before I could even pull back, he
had already grabbed me by the arm, twisting it painfully.
He tried to seize the other one as well, the
one with the locket, but suddenly led out a cry
of pain. It was only then that I realized that

(20:40):
Madeline was not lying on the ground anymore. Instead, I
found her large front teeth buried deeply in the flesh
right above Warren's knee. She hissed as she whipped back
her head, tearing out a small bit of flesh. She
lunged forward, grabbed me by the arm, and before I
knew it, we were on the running again. I was

(21:02):
sure I could hear warn howl and fury when he
took up chase again. We didn't bother hiding anymore. Instead,
we dashed through the maze of tunnels and caves side
by side, both of us panting heavily. We didn't slow down,
though We passed multiple other wild ones on our way.
Some didn't even realize that Madeline was dragging me along.

(21:24):
They seemed dazed and apathetic. Others, however, jumped to their
feet and began to follow us. By the time Madeline
pointed up at a hole in the wall a little
above the ground, I could hear their hurried steps and
excited voices echo behind us. I jumped up first, grabbing
onto the edge of the hole and pulling myself up

(21:44):
as fast as I could. Not hesitating, I spun around
and held out both my hands to Madeline. She grabbed
onto them, and I heaved her up into the tunnel
with all my strength. We hurried to crawl back out
the bright red light of the setting sun, greeting up yes.
Rummaging around in my backpack, I produced a couple leftover

(22:05):
laurel and sage leaves. I sprinkled them around the entrance
and added some red verbena from my locket. I even
placed some of them in the hole itself. You think
that'll keep them from coming after us, I asked, uneasily.
Madeleine nodded, I, for one, don't want to go near
there now. Plus we lost Warren. Anyways, I'm pretty sure

(22:25):
we shook them off somewhere in there. The others aren't
allowed outside anyways. That was at least a little reassuring.
I let go of a deep sigh. My side's burning
and my legs itching. Still, we got on our way.
We seem to be pretty much in the middle of
the woods, but those weren't the same ones as before.
I could tell from the look of them. It sounded

(22:47):
like there was a highway nearby. I could hear the
growling of car engines and the screeching of tires. Naturally,
we headed towards it. I'm sorry, I wanted to take
you directly to the park, Madeligne moaned, sounding genuinely disappointed.
Now I don't even know where we are. It's okay,
I'm just glad we My voice trailed off as we

(23:10):
reached the side of the road. I knew this spot.
Whenever I would drive out of town of Is my parents,
I would take this exact route from there to the park.
It was only about a two hour long drive. We're
gonna make it, I squealed, ruffling the rabbit head's girl's fur.
In a rush of excitement, I then quickly fumbled for
my phone. I called Darius. I'm not sure why him exactly,

(23:36):
but his reliable tranquility was just about what I needed
right then. He agreed to pick me up without asking
a single question. Madeline and I waited by the side
of the road. When his car finally pulled up on
the road side, we quickly hopped in. Darius had to
do a double take in my companion. I think for
a moment he believed he was hallucinating. I relayed what

(23:59):
had happened as quickly and roughly as possible, and he,
level headed as always, took it with a surprising calmness.
And here we are now still in the car, but
it won't be long until we make it to the park.
I'm not sure what will happen then, but for some
reason I'm rather confident. Sure, Warren got his hands on

(24:20):
me for a few seconds back there, but I escaped,
so that really can't count as me being captured. I
think we're really going to make it