"Pit" Creepypasta

when I was young I had a dream the dream itself was not an uncommon one among those who shared my age of those on the brink of adulthood in fact I would say it's a very common ambition for anyone with the capability to imagine and to wonder and in a way I feel it is safe to say that we all aspire to accomplish such a dream in some aspect or another some seek it on an intellectual level some seated on an emotional one and some seek it physically adventure discovery love power truth all these words could be used to accurately describe the dream in which I had in which we all had though I doubt that any one word could completely embody the dream itself for the dream was more than just an aspiration or a wish it was a destiny a journey that could only ever be halted by one thing death for you see our lives are the dream and by living we strive towards it this destined Odyssey that we call life which originates from that first initial dream can lead us in many different places some of us are led down a Trail of Tears one full of agony and suffering others are exempt of this and live a life of luxury and convenience most of us however end up following and living by the center road a road that will neither be played by excellent and overly frequent misery nor an utter lack of misfortune some find happiness and love while others only find anger and hate some journeys evolved the destination of Nations while others bring about the construction of livelihoods which had before been unknown anything is possible and in knowing this I would gladly trade my destined discovery for any other fate whether it be one of other grief or the opposite for nothing could be worse than what my scarred soul has stood witness to the Nevada Sun is one of the harshest on the planet it beats mercilessly down upon all those who expose themselves to it only allowing breaks from it's damning heat during the freezing nights for those who have not been born and raised in these sweltering conditions it is easy to understand why they dread the place extreme heat is usually only welcomed when accompanied by a large body of water which has always been scarce in the desert wastelands of Nevada but for someone who has lived there all their life such as myself it is home not just home mind you but a way of life to my family those vast mountains of ten rock and that beating Sun are sacred we were there before the Europeans first discovered America before the sound of their thunderous muskets and cannons swept across the lands before the East expanded into the West but try as hard as we did to hide the world eventually caught up with us along with the settlers came ambition and wonder as one can imagine it did not take long for the newcomers they discover the bountiful wealth of gold that lay just inside the mountains of our precious lands and once the word was out mining operations began as common in Nevada as scorpions in the sand over the years the mines dried out as would be expected wood rather than be sealed off many more were simply abandoned and left to be buried by time most of these old tunnel networks still exist today and are scattered quite abundantly throughout the otherwise sparse land it was in these abandoned tunnels that I found joy and wonderment as a child while others played outside in the blistering Sun I found a venture in the forgotten excavations of those long-gone it was in these places that I felt my dreams of exploration and discovery come to pass as a young boy I was limited only to the ones close at home but as I grew older I began to branch out further and further until I found myself venturing days at a time in an old pickup to look for traces of these ancient locations by the time I was in my mid-20s my fascination with the old mines of Nevada had not diminished rather it had grown and with it so had my skill in exploring them I was 27 when I discovered the ancient mine shaft that would inevitably change my life forever I'd come to hear about it in the nearby town through a man who approached me while I was fueling up at the gas station he made a comedic remark about the tools in the back of my truck and asked if I was going out searching for mines to explore politely I replied with a yes it was then that he spun me an extremely interesting tale he claimed to have discovered the entrance to an old mine a couple years ago while searching for rare rocks to display in a museum he owned according to him it was buried under a considerable amount of brush and foliage in the canyon down the road from the gas station what really intrigued me however was his suggestion that the mine had never been explored or set foot in since the old gold rush days naturally ours hesitant to believe him due to how unlikely it was that such a place would go undiscovered for so long every mine I had ever set foot in had been picked clean by those looking for priceless relics to sell for a super insurmountable which never bothered me Laure of ancient gold had no effect on me however the thought of exploring a mine which had been completely untouched by anyone besides the miners who had made it did seem quite appealing to me I thanked the men and accepted his offer to reveal the location to me which he did quite eagerly in my logical mind I figured I might as all tried to find it since it was along the route in which I was travelling it hardly took any time to get there and although it was difficult and time-consuming I did eventually find the entrance concealed beneath a considerable amount of brush and foliage just as the man said it would be by that time in my life I could have been considered a professional and judged solely by the equipment I brought along within the large backpack I carried on my back one would find a couple packs of glow sticks a flashlight provisions water a knife and other miscellaneous objects useful for the exploration of such places some might say that this was too much but the old tunnels had a tendency to be dangerous and entirely devoid of light making it only careful to bring such an array of things as I stood before the entrance of the mine which had undoubtedly been full of money hungry mine isn't prospectors long ago I found myself feeling strange about the place it was a feeling of which I can in no way describe folly I can only say that it was neither positive nor negative rather it was a kind of anxiety and understanding that this place would be different looking back I think that deep down I had known my fate would change that day that my entire life would become altered by that loathsome expedition into the deep alone but rather than take this as a sign to turn away my excitement twisted it so that I would only expect something marvel my mind greatness awaited me in that cursed tunnel and so I turned on my flashlight and began my journey into the core of tear itself I pressed onwards into the mine I began to become disconcerning 'he's the first of which was how singular the tunnel was not once that it split off or turn into any other direction rather it kept going in one continuous path the second was that there was a distinct lack of relics which were usually quite common amongst Bandhan mines especially those which had been utterly unexplored and finally the entire tunnel was quite steep in its decline so much so in fact that I found considerable difficulty in trying to walk back up it was as if the miners were digging directly towards something deep in the earth rather than searching for a large gold deposit as was ordinary in the circumstance all of these strange details did nothing but piqued my curiosity my mind began to race with ideas as to what awaited me further in the mind after a half an hour or so I came to a sudden halt it stood completely vertical before me without any chips or slants in it whatsoever which I found quite unusual the obstruction was to be the end of my expedition I thought how wrong I was for after examining it for a few seconds I noticed a large gap entirely natural from the look of it unlike the man-made shaft I stood in it appeared as if the walls had simply pulled apart from each other leaving a perfectly narrow passage through which one could potentially travel if he or she chose to do so normally I would have decided that it was far too dangerous travel through such a claustrophobic crevasse this was not a normal circumstance I do not know for certain what compelled me to fit myself into the small opening though I suspect that the draw of a fated destiny I had felt since entering the mind played a major role as I traveled through the encroaching rock and stone I began to become weary that the passage would never come to an end and if it did that end would be a solid wall or a sudden non traversal narrowing of the tunnel on top of that a strange sensation began to arouse within me it was entirely different from the feeling I mentioned earlier rather it was an inkling much more similar to fear at the time I figured that it was only natural considering my predicaments I was travelling through an extremely dark and narrow passage that could lead nowhere after all but looking back I suspect that the source of my trader was far more sinister in nature after what felt like an eternity of slowly making my way through the crevasse I finally came to its end only it wasn't an end rather it was an opening what greeted me was not a solid wall or sudden narrowing of the tunnel quite the opposite really it was an exit a way to escape the passage of an emerging from the crevice I found myself in an immense cavern which impressed upon me a feeling of utter or darkness and wrapped me on all sides seemingly relentless in its attempt to consume me as I shone the flashlight up the sight that greeted my eager eyes was not dissimilar to the night sky the only difference being the utter lack of stars or any kind of light the same scene welcomes me on all sides to downwards and behind me solid rock on which I stood and the ancient looking stone wall to my rear from which I come was all I could definitely see and feel everything else was a mystery to me whether it was the horrid darkness or the absolute absence of any kind of noise or smell I do not know but something prompted a strong intuition from deep within my conscious that made me feel as though the cavern was of colossal proportion and try as hard as I did my meager flashlights did little to illuminate both the caverns and my knowledge of what exactly surrounded me I reached down to the floor picking up a loose pebble and threw it as far as I could into the looming blackness the sound received by my ears perplexed me for it was not the noise of rock meeting rock rather it was the loud echoing thud of rock meeting metal I snapped a glow stick and placed it at my feet marking the entrance to the cavern then curiously I began to move forward with extreme caution a my flashlight directly ahead of me while doing so it was only after a couple of minutes of traveling that the tone of my boots meeting the stone beneath my feet changed to a sound more similar to the metal third I heard earlier I aimed my flashlight downwards the same metal which appeared to be Bruns dug into the solid ground of the earth my eyes widened as I came to the realization that I was standing on solid bronze not bronze or not some mutated form of rock no solid bronze metal bronze that had been melted down and shaped this way I took to a crouching musician and gave the metal a soft knock with my knuckles which emitted a loud echo throughout the cavern based on the tone of the night I could immediately discern that the bronze was not Hollow and that it was indeed a thick layer of metal Deloitte curiosity overwhelmed me I snapped a glow stick and placed it at my feet marking the rim of the metal I began to walk along the threshold in which the bronze and the stone collided but never mixed and as I did so I did not encounter a single corner only a monotonous curve which after a long while led me back to the glowstick I placed earlier it was then that I understood the outlying shape of the Ally it was perfectly circular and not only that but in my measuring I came to have a rough understanding of how truly enormous both the cavern and the plate of metal must be anyone who knows anything about nature knows that perfect circles are not overly abundant in our natural world especially when in the form of a solid Bruns like metal and as deep in the ground as this needless to say I was breathless now that I traced the shape of metal I decided to explore the center of the circle yet despite my spilling curiosity I was still cautious and so my steps towards the core was slow and hesitant as I moved forward I show my flashlight all around the surface on which I stood and as I did so I began to notice something unusual there were lumps protruding from metal finely chiseled and erected by something other than nature it was only upon closer inspection that I discovered that they weren't quite lumps rather there were symbols and glyphs and their positions were not random either they were arranged like the lines of writing one after the other in a circle of fashion following the disk like outline of a metal they appeared to be hieroglyphs or some form of ancient script growing up the exploration of all mine shafts was not my only interest I also had an extreme fascination with lost cultures from long ago the Maya the Inca even my own Native American in sexual roots I had studied many of the ancient dialects of lost civilizations from all over the world but none of them were anything like the archaic pyrography that lay around my feet in fact the dialects I'd studied seem to be derivative from the writing before me for many of their combined letters and alphabets seems uncannily similar to the glyphs around me lost in wonderment at the Marvel on which I stood I began to understand the impact this archaic Ally could have on this world my mind races possibilities as to its origin yet I could not settle on any one conclusion the only thing I felt certain of in that eerily large cavern was that the circular plate of metal predated any known civilization feeling more confident at my safety I pushed onwards towards the center more determined than ever to see what awaited me eventually I found myself standing before circling a pedestal made of the same bronze like metal as the disk-like plate on which I stood its height reached up to my abdomen I was roughly five nine at the time and within the basing like top of it was a sphere which appeared to be made of the same alloy as the pedestal there was more strange writing the sphere and even though the hieroglyphs were entirely foreign to me I was soon 8 to read them Carnot little mentor devourer of worlds and father of all misery upon understanding them I became disgruntled and unsettled even more so then I had been previously there was a certain allure to those words I felt the desire to grab the object and pull it from his pedestal but I refused to give in and quickly turn my attention downwards to the flat face of the otherwise Circle of pedestal in an attempt to escape the spheres power over me I show my light upon the surface of the art column of strange alloy immediately noticing be awed gardens that have been etched into it as I did so what was the painted on the abnormal pedestal I shall never forget just like the symbols in the sphere they will forever be etched into my memory never before had I seen something so intricate in nature yet despite its beauty there was a certain territory many of the figures and shapes were too bizarre for me to understand but I will do my best to correlate their appearance to you at the base was a row of consistent zigzags which I perceived to be some sort of fire erecting from the flames were what appeared to be two rectangular pillars which were covered in the same hieroglyphs as those inscribed in the bronze floor there were many other shapes and lines scattered about the mesh of images none of which I can describe or identify in any way or save one which appeared to be the centerpiece of the network of images although I found it quite baffling starett I could vaguely discern what it was or what it was depicting at least it was a humanoid shape topped with an odd head a head which appeared vastly different to that of a human's its shape was similar to a dog's skull yet from both sides of his head protruded goat-like horns that curled continuously even if it was merely an image it still felt as if all the evil in the world had come together and spawned the horrible thing which sat engraved into the pedestal before me it inspired nothing but unmistakable fear within me fear so primal and basic that it felt more like a memory than an emotion as if distress at the sight of this beast had been hardwired into the basic programming of my psyche and as I continue to stare at it I couldn't help but think back to the strange phrase which had been written into the sphere of the basin karna the Tormentor devourer of worlds and father of all misery again and again those unexplainable words ran through my head that strange desire returned to me then forcing me to turn my gaze upwards towards the sphere in the basin of the pedestal out of an unexplainable impulse I placed my hand over the object and began to softly caress the odd hieroglyphs which covered the strange sphere it felt warm like a battery wood after being used an irrepressible urge overwhelmed me then I gripped the sphere in my hand in preparation to remove it for but a fleeting moment I felt hesitant but only for a moment I shall forever consider that simple action to be the biggest mistake of my life I pulled the sphere from the pedestal in one smooth movement relishing the feel of it in my hand my joy was only momentary however for it was only a second after that a loud and terrifying click echoed from beneath my feet which was followed by a low trembling by the sudden noise and slight shaking of the earth I began to run towards the crevice through which I arrived so that I could escape it was only after stepping off a metal onto the solid rock that I heard another noise behind me a noise which I cannot identify for it was in no way similar to anything I had heard in my life until that moment the noise was so curious in fact that I felt compelled to stop and turn around and as I did so I was greeted by a radiates light unlike any other it was golden in color yet sinister in nature for as it washed over me and the cavern I could feel nothing beside fear and stranger still it appeared to be originating from the odd hieroglyphs which had been so carefully inscribed upon the bronze like metal floor it was then that the metal itself began to mutate into a rust colored liquid and spread into the surrounding rock transforming the ancient stone into the same type of Brown tinted metal the liquid once was I remember feeling my eyes widen in pure wonderment for I had never seen anything like that before deep down I believe I knew that it was an omen of what was the calm I believed that I had some suspicion trying to convince me that such a beautifully odd sight could could only Herald something so primordial and awful that I would never be able to erase it from my memory yet I continued to stare in awe entirely present in my expression as the brownish metals spread through the rock and stone that made the floors and walls of that dreadful cavern and as it did so I could see the familiar engravings forming within the freshly created alloy just as they had appeared when I first laid eyes upon them a loud boom drew my attention from the cavern walls and towards the origin of the metal the space in which the strange alloy had once so quietly resided only now there was no metal only a perfectly circular hole in the earth a pit from which only an indescribably putrid smell method my wonderment faded and fear once again became the most prominent emotion within me it compelled me to move towards the exit which had for a reason still unknown to me not being covered by the bronze like metal yet despite the desire to run away my feet remained planted and as immovable as the stone for although fear compelled me to flee some dwindling fascination with in the pit forced me to stay all I could do was stare at the terrible pit highs widen flashlights fixed upon its position which was just within range my heart climbed into my throat out of anticipation and anxiety and for the briefest moment all was silent as it had been before the loud noise suddenly a large red hand with enormous core like nails emerged from the pit and slammed into the metallic edge of the pit apparently prepping it for support fascination abandoned me then and fear took full control I turned towards the crevice through which I had entered and broke into a sprint never before had I ran so desperately or desired to return to the fresh rays of the Nevada Sun so badly my legs carried me swiftly and it wasn't long until I found myself at the mouth of the narrow passage feeling is short of my escape I turned for what could only have been a few seconds to see what I had inflicted so much terror upon me concerning what met my eyes in that horrific moment I will say little for I do not wish that were on the memory too long lest my torment grow further what greeted me was unfathomably horrific in every aspect imaginable it seemed to be the upper half of an incredibly massive and red skinned hue noid looming out of a bit its entire body appeared to be coated with some sort of burgundy tinted slime which dripped in massive gluts from its body and beneath its skin I could see writhing shapes and figures of on seeing them I could just feel that they were alive within the beast and that they were all gripped by a pain far more severe than anything any man alive or dead has ever experienced and connected to that torso was that familiarly hideous doglike head which had been engraved upon the pedestal only now I could see it clearly and without confusion its spiraling horns were tremendous and seemed to seep with nothing but agony and its eyes its eyes were indescribable they were her color I had never viewed before and never wish to view again by merely looking at them I could feel pain costing my body pain unlike anything I would have been able to imagine before its head was as the pedestal had foretold incredibly canine in nature only there was no fur or hair of any kind only blood colored skin crawling with tormented shapes and burgundy slime dripping from its impossibly large teeth that brief eternity of staring at one another ended however when the creature opened its lipless jar to let out a roar so intense in volume that it knocked me and my flashlight backwards into the passage through which I come a loud noise followed the roar and as I poked my head up to peer out of the narrow tunnel I could see the familiar rust colored liquid spreading over the mouth of the crevice in which I lied transforming into that same runs like a lie covered in strange hieroglyphs and creating a barrier between me and the thing from the pit and then I ran concerning my escape for that ancient tunnel I remember little before I was in such a hazy and panicked condition that I can hardly recall a thing apparently I was discovered sprawled out on a road near the mine by a nighttime driver and was promptly taken to a hospital I was treated for a couple broken bones and minor cuts there and thereafter questioned as to how I had ascertained such injuries I could provide no answers only a blank stare when I was finally released from the hospital I was given all of my belongings back among them was the horrid sphere which I'd recovered from that wretched abyss and that's it that's my story my encounter that's my recounting of the day I came face to face with genuine evil evil so true in its form that no man could fully understand it I know neither what in what I know neither what it is nor where it came from and I don't want to though I feel certain that both the metal and the giant were not of this world earth would never be able to conjure such things naturally for the past six years I've lived in misery because of what I experienced in that damned cave whenever I close my eyes I see that terrible face with those horrible eyes and those awful horns and every time I do the fear I felt in that moment fills me once again I don't sleep anymore I just lay there with my eyes open to afraid to close them and I can still hear that roar every second of every day reverberating through my memory as if I was still there in that horrid cave of nightmares that's not the worst part either the worst part is that I know I'm not insane I know that what I saw was real I know it's still out there howling away in this metal prison and I know that the day will come when its freed once more and that day will be our last that day will be the one in which we join the writhing shapes beneath its skin when our blood becomes the burgundy slime that drips from it's unnatural body and although that day can be it's only delayed it can never be prevented whether you perceive me as a raving madman or prophet preaching I do I do not care for these words are to be my final these thoughts are to be my last every man has a breaking point and I've reached mine there is a gun in my hand and I intend to use it not on anyone else mind you for the yet of hope and reason to live in their hearts they have not seen what lurks beneath this weapon so commonly associated with sadness war is to be my salvation I find it utterly heavy do not waste your time searching for the sphere either for I've stowed it away in a place where it shall never be found consider this last request to be my will in its entirety seek neither the mine no its inhabitants for you'll only find a nightmare more horrific than anything you have dared imagine and then the beasts planet will be free you

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Length: 35min 16sec (2116 seconds)

Published: Fri Aug 01 2014