Stormwater Drain

Diary Entry - Thursday (Night)

Holy crap, I found it! A hidden entrance to the mother of all stormwater drains! I've struck gold, or maybe just a cesspool.

I have been exploring the local bush for ages, but I've never seen this before. It's a massive stormwater drain, hidden behind a bunch of bushes. It empties directly into the stream and looks like it has been there forever. It's easily big enough for me to fit. Tomorrow's the day I plan to dive right in and see what I can find. It's really dark, I'll need a torch for sure.

Diary Entry - Friday (Night)

I'm back with an update from my expedition. Brace yourself for the bizarre. So, after mustering up some serious courage and some old clothes, I crawled through that rusty drain on a mission. And guess what? It didn't disappoint.

I made my way through the grimy tunnels, feeling like a real-life ninja, but clumsier. I ended up scratching my arm on some rusty metal thing jutting out from the wall. Ow! But hey, it's just a scratch, battle scars, right? No biggie.

Now, here's the jaw-dropping part. As I ventured deeper, the tunnels opened up into massive caverns, like something straight out of a horror flick. I can't even begin to describe the eerie atmosphere down there. The air was thick with dampness and the stench of decay, making it hard to breathe without cringing. It's so quiet. My footsteps echoed through the darkness.

I stumbled upon these larger caverns, hidden away from the world above. It felt like being in a different city altogether. The walls were covered in moss.

I can't wait to go back and uncover more secrets tomorrow. There's something undeniably captivating about this place, something that keeps drawing me back in.

Well, that's it for now. Time to catch some shut-eye.

Diary Entry - Wednesday (Night)

It's been a few days since my last entry, and boy, things have been crazy. I won't bore you with the details, just a little sick.

Today, I mustered up the energy to return to that drain once again. It was like coming home to an old friend. As I ventured deeper this time, something caught my eye—an area that seemed to have once been inhabited by humans. Yep. People totally roamed these dank tunnels in the past.

The signs were unmistakable. Rubbish and scraps of old chairs were scattered around. There were peculiar markings on the walls too, painted on but not graffiti. Very cool, but easily years old.

In the midst of all this, I stumbled upon an altar, hidden away at the back. It was unlike anything I had seen. What rituals or ceremonies took place way at the back of some random stormwater drains?

I couldn't resist the temptation to examine it closer. It was really filthy, covered in soot and candle wax. No idea what it was for.

So many questions, so little time.

Diary Entry - Thursday (Night)

It's been quite a day. I can't believe what I've just witnessed down in the depths of that drain. Brace yourself for this one, because it's getting weirder by the minute.

So, today, I decided to take a different turn, explore a path I hadn't ventured down before. Little did I know what awaited me around that corner. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw them—these humanoid creature things lurking in the shadows, as if they were waiting just for me. Talk about a heart-stopping moment.

I wish I could provide you with more details, but the encounter was so unexpected and brief that I didn't get a good look at them. All I can remember is their eerie silhouettes of odd fish-like features, maybe webbed hands and feet. Black, or maybe dark green. Yuck!

I could feel their gaze upon me, they were watching my every move, their strange eyes piercing through the darkness.

I turned and hauled ass.

I need time to process this.

Diary Entry - Friday (Night)

It's been a rough day, I don't feel well. No exploration today.

I have this lingering feeling that the creatures I encountered are coming for me. What the hell were they? I can't shake off the sense that they're out of that drain, looking for me.

I know I need to tell someone. Someone who will believe me, who will understand. My parents, I guess.

I'll do it tomorrow.

Sickly Son

The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced along the walls. The teenage boy lays in his bed, his face pale and drenched in sweat. His mother sits anxiously by his side, concern etched across her face. She listens intently to her son's feverish murmurs filling the room.

The teenage boy's arm lies bare, exposed to the dim bedside lamp. Upon closer inspection, his mother's eyes fall upon an infected scratch that mars his pale skin. The wound is inflamed, the surrounding flesh angry and red. Pus oozes from the wound, a sickly reminder of the infection that has taken hold.

The scratch itself appears deeper than it initially seems, with ragged edges that hint at the lack of sharpness of whatever object has inflicted the injury. The surrounding area is tender to the touch, eliciting a wince from the boy as his mother's fingers gently brush against the inflamed skin.

Mumbled words escape from his lips, disjointed and fragmented, as he rambled about the altar in the sewers, about humanoid creatures lurking in the depths. His delirious mind weaves a tale. She comforts him, assures him that it's not real.

She turns to get up and fetch something to clean his wound.

"WATCH OUT! Behind you! Right there, don't you see?" The boy stares at a group of grotesque humanoid-fish creatures looming in the doorway.

With a gasp, she snaps her head around and sees nothing but an empty room.

She turns back to face her son, her eyes filled with worry. There is nothing but the sickly face of her delirious child.