Hey! a story from me!, This is actually a serious story

[TheKillerRabbit]

This is my funny little story. Okay, so its not funny, but its a story.

“In the Depths” By Austin Conrad

Running.
Still running.
It’s coming.
Always hungry.
Always coming.
Always running.
HUNGRY!

Jack awoke with a start. Taking short, panicked breaths, he realized he was still in his Chicago apartment. Not in that sewer —
“No. Don’t think of that. Just a dream, just a dream.” he told himself. He still involuntarily shuddered. It was the same nightmare he had been having since he moved into the apartment. He was in the sewer, being chased into a dead end. When he turned to see what was chasing him, he woke up.
Oh, sure, his psychologist would say it was just something surfacing from the past, blah blah blah. He knew that was bull. These dreams were too real to be fantasy. Something was going to happen.
“Great. Now I sound like a fiction author telling a bad horror story. Perfect. Just what I need.” He muttered. If the guys at work heard about this…
Jack was a police diver, specializing in finding stuff in the murkiest of murky waters. If he panicked down there, he might never come back up.
“Oh, for Christ’s sakes, I can’t lose another job. I lost the last bunch because of those stupid panic attacks. Argh! Look at me! I’m talking to myself!”
Brrring! The phone rang as Jack was raving. He jumped in surprise, and then took a couple deep breaths. “I’m getting way too paranoid…” He mumbled. Jack went and picked up the phone.
“Hey Jack, you there?” Its was Captain Orville, leader of Jack’s dive squad. “We got a dive.”
“Sounds good. Where is it?”
“Just come to the station, I don’t have time to tell you now.” With that, Captain Orville hung up.
Jack got some clothes on, and drove down to the Fifth Avenue dive station. After he and the rest of the squad suited up,

FLESH!

Jack leaped into the air, his heart pounding. “What the hell was that?” He thought to himself.
“Officer Cortez, if you sit down, we can start the debriefing, unless you would rather sit this out.” said Captain Orville.
“N-no sir, I’m fine. Really.”
“ Whatever you say. Ok lads, today we will be swimming, quite literally, in shit.” The entire squad moaned. “Some guy was murdered in the Eighth Avenue Sewer Plant, but they still need us to try and find the body. Jack twitched, remembering his dream

BLOOD!

about the sewers. Captain Orville went on, not noticing Jack’s paranoid face.
“Well men, lets saddle up. Feel free to bring weapons. The murderer may be lurking around somewhere down there.”
Once they reached the plant’s main tank, they dove in. The brown, murky water was hard to see through, but

I NEED FOOD!

Jack could see the excess drain he was ordered to search with his partner, Officer Munoz. Another spasm. “What the hell is happening to me?” Thought Jack.
The tunnel was relatively dry, but there was some water draining from last night’s storm.
“You go left, I’ll go right. Don’t take off your mask, there’s to much methane down here to be sure you can breath safely.” ordered Officer Munoz.
As Jack treaded down the tunnel, a strange smell came upon him. It was a reeking, metallic odor. As he rounded the turn, he saw the body they were looking for. It was mangled, with internal organs drawn out and splashed everywhere.

I NEED FOOD NOW!

The voice sounded…closer. A wet, splashing sound start behind him. Jack ran. The sound fell into a rhythmic beat, as that of running feet. As he turned a corner, he pressed himself against the wall. He saw a shadowy figure lope past him. Then, with a sigh, Jack fainted from relief.
He woke up to find himself near the entrance of the sewer tunnel. As he sat up, the acrid odor of rotting waste pierced his nostrils. Another, more subtle, smell came in also. It was the metallic reek. He looked behind to see

I THIRST FOR BLOOD!

Officer Munoz lying dead in blood and entrails. Jack gave a shrill, piercing, horrified, scream.
By the time the rest of the squad found him, Jack was a gibbering wreck. He sat in a fetal position, moaning about a voice, being chased, and blood. He was immediately institutionalized at the Institution of Chicago for the Mentally Unstable.
A few weeks after the dive, Jack Cortez’s room in the Institution was found empty. Except for one thing.
The body of the night nurse was lying in the middle of the room on the floor, disembowled just like Officer Munoz. To this day it is claimed that if you listen closely, you can hear veiled screaming

BLOOD.
FLESH AND BLOOD.
FEED ME!

and a deep, horrible voice. A voice of a man turned monster.

hows that? -Austin, aka TheKillerRabbit

[Creedy]

that was creepy.

i hope that doesnt actually happen to people.....>.>