"There's Something Wrong with Chimney 7" Creepypasta

there are nine of them in total nine massive concrete chimneys sticking out of the landscape like candles on a birthday cake up until my last week the scariest thing about them was the deep booming noise they sometimes produced which shook the ground with the ferocity of a subwoofer cranked all the way up they'd espouse one at a time like geysers releasing pressure I'd walk the perimeter and there would go chimney three followed by chimney five and then suddenly chimneys eight and nine would go together that was about as weird as it got before I noticed the thing in chimney seven I want to make it clear from the get-go I have no idea what the chimneys do or why they're even here they're pretty much alone in a fenced off field with no buildings around there are three padlocked doors on opposing ends of the property with roads made only from the flattening effects of tires on grass with the one nearest chimney seven being overgrown I think there must be bunkers or something beneath my feet although I suppose the doors could also lead to storage sheds it's hard to tell and I've been told not to ask why are the chimneys there is this some sort of nuclear power plant are they testing sound canons are they part of some sort of experiment pressure valves for a dormant supervolcano maybe I don't have any answers to those questions I wish I did but I'm just a temp any time I've tried asking I've been told the answers were on a need-to-know basis and all I needed to know was that the chimneys needed patrolling and that patrolling them was my job that and reporting anything unusual the first couple of weeks were fine it took a bit of adjusting especially to the noises the first time I heard the boom I was so scared I nearly fell over I thought something had gone wrong and that the whole field was about to collapse I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating but really put yourself in my shoes you're minding your own business when your temp agency calls in the middle of the night there's an employer offering twice your hourly rate on a condition that you leave immediately it's the new moon so you drive 30 miles out of town in complete darkness you get there and there's only one guy there to greet you he tells you their patrol man never showed up for his shift gives you the job makes you sign a nondisclosure agreement tells you to walk around the field climb the chimneys radio in anything strange that's it he leaves you there you start to walk it's the dead of night no traffic complete and utter silence and then it's terrifying I tried to radio it in but it took half an hour to find a spot where the connection was strong enough to hear the reply that's normal keep patrolling that's what they told me anyway cold a clinical straightforward each subsequent boom made me less and less nervous but I never quite got over the split-second of dread they caused I think it's because they came at random so there was no way to brace myself for them if you approach a garbage bin and know someone's about to jump out at you your heart rate might quicken a bit when they do but it won't be that bad if you know every single garbage bin might have someone in it waiting to jump out at you but you don't know which or when that might spike your heart rate a little bit higher but I'm not here to tell you about the booming noises I'm here to tell you about chimneys seven chimney seven was just like all the others I'd say it was approximately nine maybe ten stories high there was a graded and in places rusty spiral staircase circling all the way around it to the top I couldn't tell you the exact circumference but it was wide enough that you'd be able to drop a car into the hole without hitting the sides it took approximately six minutes to climb the stairs and only about five to get back down and that was without resting up until my last week chimney seven was no different from the others and then came the night where everything changed it was cold enough outside that I could see my breath halfway through my shift I had grabbed my old baseball cap from the back of my truck to keep my head warm nothing special just a basic green cap although I had never seen smoke coming from the chimneys despite me calling them chimneys that evening as I approached chimney seven I spotted a small wisp of smoke billowing through the air since it was my job to report anything unusual I tried radioing it out but all I heard in response was static I couldn't have been farther from the spot my signal normally got through if I had been actively trying to avoid it so I decided that if I was going to make the effort to walk all the way back I'd better make damn sure I had something to report so I began climbing the steps around chimney seven and as I did I heard a low growl that stopped me dead in my tracks I closed my eyes and listened but I couldn't pinpoint the source I figured it was the sound of the great buckling in the cold or maybe scraping against the concrete wall but the closer I got to the top the louder it became once I reached the topmost platform I realized it was coming from the chimney itself something mechanical I figured probably malfunctioning to boot I figured I'd have to look into the chimney but I was reluctant see I never tried before nor had I been instructed to do so I suppose I could have but those damn sonik like booms made me so nervous all those nights in the dark made my imagination run wild and I had this vivid unshakeable mental image that if I crane my neck to look into the hole the chimney would go boom and my head would be blasted straight off my neck with that fear very much at the forefront of my mind I gripped the edge of the chimney and shyly poked my head over just enough to be able to see there was nothing but blackness beyond the top few stories blackness and a symphony of wind howling through the tunnel with a growl that seemed a cycle from low to high to low again as though the chimney were a sleeping snoring giant no sooner had I popped my head and did I pull it back out that was enough bravery for one night I climbed down and hurry to the radio spot giving my report but while it did sound like the radio signal went through I never got a reply the next night I wasn't quite as reluctant to go into chimney seven all evening I'd been keeping tabs of which chimneys had been booming and good old seven hadn't done it once I figured it was really defective and therefore safe I climbed the stairs to the same growly tune and then peered inside pushing my head farther in than the night before a gust of wind coming from deep below flung mic happened to the air and out of reach it spiraled its way down the chimney like a helicopter seed and disappeared from sight I wasn't fond enough of the cap to contact the employer and begged for it back but I wish I had something else to keep my head warm I turned my flashlight on and moved the beam in circles if only to see what had become of it but the light couldn't penetrate far enough to see the bottom oh well I thought again I went back to the radio hot spot and again I mentioned the dysfunctional chimney still no reply something told me to steer clear of chimney seven and I listened to my guts for as long as I could I'd circle close but not too close to it examining it from the vantage points of chimneys six and eight I did this for three nights until I received my direct deposit check and I felt sort of guilty about not doing my job before my next shift I bought a heavy-duty flashlight and a hat and headed straight for chimney seven the light reached considerably farther down to the ground level I think but even so I still couldn't see the bottom what I could see however was that at about three stories down just below where my original flashlight stopped working I discovered scratch marks I mean I guess they could have been anything even with 20/20 vision it's hard to tell a scratch mark from say scratch shaped graffiti all I know is that there was something marking up the walls along the circumference I was already spooked from the scratches so I don't know if what I saw next was my mind playing tricks on me but as I pan the halo around I saw something on the farthest side there was some sort of long black shape but as soon as my light hit it two bright spots reflected back at me and momentarily blinded me by the time my vision finally cleared I looked again and there was nothing but concrete below it took all of my strength to finish my shift I just had to remember the dollar signs that came with the mounting terror they somehow convinced me that I was just imagining things the last night was the worst all of the chimneys were quiet and I found myself dreading the silence more than I dreaded the booms it was raining that night which might explain why as I walked by chimney 7 I couldn't hear the growl I had become accustomed to I didn't want to go up but I couldn't neglect my rounds again it just wouldn't feel right I was careful the entire way up my hand too clinging to the guardrail as I navigated the slippery circular staircase every step seemed to make the whole thing shake and I was afraid the rusted metal would break once and for all I was suddenly very aware of my added weight what with the water having seeped into my clothing fortunately the structure held even though its integrity was definitely in question as I reached the platform at the top I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief but something caught my eye while I was trying to catch my breath the rim of the chimney was broken large chunks of concrete littered the platform I didn't need a flashlight to see the scratches this time as I glanced into the chimney I found deep gouges scratched up the wall all the way to the top three on each side with a fourth that seemed to come from a different angle the cuts were deep and purposeful like desperate fingers raking a cliffside as a hiker clings on for dear life whatever had clawed its way up machine animal or I don't even want to think of the alternatives it was now somewhere out there in the dark and its grip was strong enough to break concrete I'd had enough everything about this damn job put me on edge and even though there was a reasonable explanation maybe the gouges had been made by grappling hooks or a device to slide down the chimney from the top like the ones window cleaners use I was still done as much as I wanted to run down the staircase and back to my truck the rain was still coming down in sheets and the last thing I needed was to slip and crack my head open I went slowly and methodically suddenly my worst nightmare came true the stairs shook violently I don't mean there was a gust of wind that made them jitter I mean they were shaking rattling my stomach dropped to my feet as I imagined whatever had created those deep cuts and the chimney was now climbing up and towards me the metal screeched as it bent a sound far more unsettling than the growling coming from a chimney a sound more grounded in reality and in danger I studied myself and hung on to the railing for dear life and then I felt a pop knot in my body not against my body but one through the metal ha ha ha the bolts connecting the hinges to the chimney were falling out one by one through the heavy rain I could have sworn I heard a shriek and then the staircase shuddered for a bit before going still I was out of breath on my knees arms wrapped around the railing and paralyzed with fear I could tell the structure was no longer safely fastened to the tower as it was swinging in the wind but I couldn't see the extent of the damage it took me a few minutes to gather the courage to start moving my white knuckles stiffly releasing my death grip it should have taken five minutes to get back down but I ended up spending 25 minutes instead the longest 25 minutes of my life I could hear the staircase shifting as I slowly made my way from step to step hoping it would hold and trying not to shift my weight and throw everything off kilter I didn't know how many bolts were left or if my weight could cause the others to come out as I neared the bottom I saw the final flight had been pulled from the chimney and was now actually suspended in midair the handrail was warped outward and undulated in parts like a bent twist high it was still too high to jump off of so I had to climb down as the stairs rocked like a ship in the storm solid ground never felt more solid to me until I saw something out of the corner of my eye and then the bottom seemed to drop out from underneath me between chimneys 6 and 7 I found my baseball cap it was shredded but there was no mistaking the neon green color of it it was mine around it were long narrow footprints about the length of my arm where the branches stretching out in four different directions like talons I didn't wait around to see what had left them it's been two months since that night I haven't gone back I keep receiving checks however like clockwork every two weeks there's another direct deposit in my bank account I don't know if it's to buy my silence or if there's no one left to take me off the payroll you [Music]

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Length: 17min 11sec (1031 seconds)

Published: Sat Dec 01 2018