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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/Hobosam21 on 2024-10-10 02:56:59+00:00.
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So I’m at the call center, I’m by myself for now. If you read the last part you know things were getting out of hand, it sounds like they might be under control for now. And if they aren’t, I’ll be here to take your calls and send help.
Dean had been staying at my place off and on lately, Allyson and I were working nights at the call center and he was pulling night shift at the police station.
The three of us were growing steadily more exhausted, the call volume was through the roof. Dean was going out to violent crimes daily. It was wearing us out.
Things came to a head Wednesday night. You see there’s this taco truck that parks a few blocks from my house. Allyson and I were tired of our own cooking so we got dressed up and walked to Angels truck.
I was no stranger to his menu but Allyson was confused, “so what kind of food is this?” I didn’t understand her question, “what do you mean? Like is it authentic Mexican?”
She shook her head, “no like what is a torta or casa or carne?” “Allyson have you never had Mexican?” She looked embarrassed, “no I guess not”.
So we had the sample platters.
On the walk back we saw him, he was behind us but approaching fast. His seven foot tall stature easily visible, he pushed his way past people in his pursuit of us.
Before we had a chance to run a siren whooped right next to us, tires screeched as Dean came to an abrupt stop. He jumped out of the car and quickly placed himself between us and the lumber jack from hell.
“Hey! Stop right there!” To his credit the lumber jack obeyed. Dean rested his hand on his service gun, “ok now slowly lower the ax and place it on the ground”.
The man’s presence was so intimidating I hadn’t noticed the weapon in his hand. The blade was as large as my head and was polished to a mirror like finish.
The lumber jack looked at the ax than back to Dean. He shook his head and stepped forward. Dean raised his voice, “HEY! Hey back up right now!”
The man ignored him, “come on man! No one needs to die today!” the lumber jack was nearly on top of Dean.
Dean swore, he let go of his gun and drew his Taser. He fired it into the lumber jack who stiffened and grunted in pain before grabbing the leads and ripping it from Dean’s hand. Dean stumbled forward and the lumber jack swung a giant fist into his head.
Dean flew back, his skull bouncing off the pavement. He was bleeding but managed to roll over, the lumber jack kicked him in the ribs sending him flying. He landed in a crumpled mess, Dean looked up at us then threw his hands in the air in frustration. “Get out of here!”
In two enormous steps the lumber jack was at Dean’s side, he swung his giant ax! It caught Dean in the chest knocking him clear across the street and out of sight.
I grabbed Allyson’s hand and we ran, when we got to my house the lumber jack wasn’t far behind.
I knew it wouldn’t do much but locked the front door anyways. The gun was upstairs, I had stupidly left it on my nightstand. I rushed to the bottom of the stairs but froze, there was footsteps running across the second floor. Someone was in the house!
Allyson grabbed my arm and pulled me back, “there’s someone up there!” Just then I heard a crash at the front door, an ax head was poking through it. In the distance I heard sirens but they were minutes away and we had seconds left to live.
Allyson opened a door behind me, the basement door. “Abso-fucking -lutely not!” I yelled but she pulled me in with little effort.
The door closed and we were bathed in darkness. We fumbled down the stairs until we reached the bottom and turned on our phone lights.
Allyson went deeper and I hesitantly followed. I doubted this would buy is enough time for the police to arrive but it was better than dying instantly.
That’s when I saw it, an old door propped against the wall. I think it was my houses original door, I just know I never tried to remove it from the basement because it was heavy as can be.
Allyson walked up to the door, she gently traced its perimeter. Light suddenly engulfed us, we both looked up to see the lumber jack at the top of the stairs.
We were cornered.
Allyson grabbed my hand, with her other hand she opened the door. The door that was leaning against a concrete wall. The same door that I had moved out of my way in the past. She opened it, and on the other side was brightly lit forest meadow.
Allyson shoved me through just as that giant ax struck the concrete wall next to the door. I flinched at the shower of sparks. Allyson jumped through the door as well, as she was closing it I saw a second figure at the top of the steps. I couldn’t be sure but it almost looked like Jordan.
The door closed and the air instantly felt different, there had been a strange hum to it before. Now it was calm, almost therapeutically so.
I couldn’t bring myself to care about the weirdness that had just happened. I just wanted to take a nap, but Allyson kept pulling on me.
“Come on Kylie, you can’t stay here. We have to get you back”.
Man did my head feel light, I couldn’t really stand. Is this what huffing markers feels like? I knew I was being led somewhere.
“Focus Kylie, you can’t be here”.
I couldn’t help but laugh, “Allyson you nut, of course I can be here. Where ever I am is here so I’m always here no matter where I go”. Clearly this truth was so profoundly obvious she had to be able to see it.
Allyson yanked my hair, like the little ones on my temple. I opened my eyes, how long had they been closed? Why did Allyson do that? It hurt!
Was that a circle of flames floating in the air?
I hit the ground, way to much feeling rushed into every inch of my body. Before I could stop myself I puked all over the ground.
“fuck!”
Everything hurt, another convulsion racked my body and I dry heaved a couple times. Even my eyes hurt.
Allyson was leaning over me looking concerned. “Are you ok?” I shook my head, hell no I wasn’t ok.
“What just happened Allyson? I feel like I got turned inside out, and where are we?!”
I didn’t recognize our surroundings, we were clearly in some sort of forest but how did we get here?
“That’s normal” Allyson replied, “it will all fade shortly. But we should figure out where we are and start moving”.
My head was still too fuzzy to bother pressing her for answers. And not a nice fuzzy but more like having been kicked in the face by a mule fuzzy.
I did have the wherewithall to pull out my phone, I had service. My first thought was to call Dean but then I remembered what had happened.
Instead I went to Google maps, we were in the Darkwood Park. It looked like there was a gravel road not horribly far away. I mentioned as much and we decided to head for it, we needed backup. I tried calling 911 but there was no answer.
I didn’t get a chance to try any other calls. My phone shut off on me, typical for this area. Everyone knows you don’t take electronics into Darkwood Park.
Allyson dropped into a crouch, I followed suit. “What is it?” I whispered. Allyson looked hesitant to answer, “you should stay here Kylie. There’s something I need to do, it could be dangerous and you’ve already shown me so much kindness and I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt”.
I put my hands on my hips, “Allyson what are you talking about? First of, if it’s dangerous I will most certainly not let you go alone and secondly what aren’t you telling me?”
There was that aura about her again, nothing that could be picked out. Just a difference, like she wasn’t coded right. That’s when I saw the concrete building behind her, it was nearly invisible but I could see a key pad on it.
“There really isn’t time Kylie, just know that I’m thankful for all that you did”. She stood and started towards the little concrete shed.
I grabbed her hand stopping her, “I’m coming with you. And that’s final”. She pulled her hand free but didn’t argue.
As we got closer I could see the concrete building was just ten by ten with a slanted roof also made out of concrete. The door was thick steel but Allyson typed in a code and it opened smoothly. Inside was almost completely dark, the only thing the building contained was a staircase that spiraled downward.
Each step had a dim light illuminating it. I glanced at Allyson but she was already starting the descent.
A lot of things weren’t adding up, “are your parents really in Europe?” I asked in a whisper. Somehow whispering felt required.
“Yes but not in the way you understood it. I never lied to you, but I did conceal the truth when I felt it was necessary”.
I thought that was a pretty bullshit excuse and told her as much. She didn’t disagree.
“So what are we looking for?” We had reached the bottom of the stairs and were facing another door. “Records, I need to remove information before I can go home. I honestly thought I could get away with living here but it’s just not possible as long as they know I’m here”.
Her answers were getting more and more annoyingly vague. “That’s not much of an answer Allyson”.
She sighed and turned to me, “Kylie I’m not going to tell you everything. It would be counterintuitive if I did. Just let me know if you see computer things”. I was a bit miffed by her reply. I felt like she owed me some answers.
We walked the dark quiet halls of the underground labyrinth for an hour. We found multiple rooms of unknown uses but none that held w...
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