There is a legend about tunnel everywhere has them, they are mysterious under the priming coat built hundred ago. They were believed to consume a strong magical force infused into the walls. A force-out that would trap evil and demonic feel in the tunnels, back in antediluvian times citizenry would eat up their hardened criminals like series killer whale and raper in the same tunnels believing that their souls would be trapped in the tunnels.

Me and my Friend, Sam, Tom and Harry found an entrance to one of these burrow and being the cocky teenager we were we didn't believe the legends and decided to go exploring. That was our starting time mistake.

We got to the entrance all of us ready to search, some of us were a bit creeped out as the entering was in a woodland which was an ex-military firing scope. We managed to eventually pry off the enormous Stone slab used as a threshold to the stone hut and the inaugural affair we see is a wall, we looked at each other in confusion, there had to be something there. I looked at the walls, nothing.

I took a step back and the trading floor under my feet moved, I found it, the entree to the tunnels.

We lifted the bill slab from the floor revealing a farsighted vertical shaft that went promote than we could see, there was a rope ladder trailing down one English of the prick. We decided to climb down, our second misapprehension.

If only we knew what was waiting for us we would have turned around, resealed that hellhole cakehole and gotten out of there as fast as possible.

We reached the bottom of the diaphysis and the first matter we realised was that it was bright down there, we saw Verbascum thapsus set in the wall burning bright, strange the slabs covering the place were covered in rubble and cobwebs so these flame must throw been burning for quite a while.

The indorsement thing we noticed was bones on the flooring, we didn't think they were human being and decided to explore more of the burrow.

We explored for about ten minutes before things got really weird, we started hearing moans but brushed it off thinking it was just the tunnels creaking under the weight of the solid ground and the age of the tunnels themselves.

We kept brushing off the sounds until we heard the most rakehell curdling scream followed by a blood thirsty growl, we freaked out and started to run back the way we thought we had come from.

We ran for a arcminute or two then came to a stop all of us panting and out of breath. Sam, Tom and Harry were talking rapidly between each early obviously terrified, I was focused on something else. My heart were fixed on the floor where there lay some bones, the same ivory we saw when we reached the bottomland of the entryway shaft.

The others must induce realised I wasn't speaking and they stopped talking and turned to ask me what was wrongfulness. I couldn't speak, I could only stare at those bones. The others quickly walked around me to see what I was staring at.

They all took a step back, stunned when they saw the bones. None of us could conceive it, we looked quickly up, there was no fix in the roof and no rope ladder it looked exactly the Lapp as the rest of the roof.

We were all freaking out now, suddenly a noise caused us all to fall down silent, it sounded like something falling onto the storey hard. We stood soundless trying to figure out which way the auditory sensation had come from. We started to hear loud footsteps approaching so we ran in the opposite direction.

We ran for about XV or twenty minutes before we again stopped, partially to let Harry catch up as he had started to fall behind and partially to catch our breath and try and figure out what we were going to do. Harry wasn't too far behind and would only take a second or two to catch up, we looked towards him to control on him and heard the Lapplander bloodline curdling growl we had heard earlier and just as we heard it recollective blue weapons system tipped with claws shot out of the floor and grabbed Harry.

We ran leaving him behind, I know it was ugly affair to do but we were terrified. As we were running we could hear Harry screaming. I think we were all in snag when the sidesplitter were silenced by a growl, this clip the growl was unlike and a part of my mind thought that it now sounded excited.

Sam and Tom kept babbling on about Harry, how we had left him and that we should have done something to avail him. I just stood there silent trying to think if there was anything in the legends that would help us break away these cursed burrow. They both turned on me asking if I knew what was happening, I told them I didn't.

We started to hear a whispering it sounded like it was coming from the walls all around us, we could see that they were repeating one parole over and over"Arthur."We started walking quickly away trying to get away from the susurration fearing they would lead whatever was behind the growl straight to us. No topic how fast we walked or ran the voicelessness followed us all the time whispering that one Logos,"Arthur."

Tom sat on the base hands clamped over his ear, shaking and muttering,"get it stop, please make it stop."repeatedly. We had stopped trying to escape the whisper, they wouldn't blockage and were driving us wild, Tom More than me and Sam.

The like excited sounding growl came again and as soon as it started the whispering stopped. Sam wanted to run, Tom was still sat on the floor shaking. I stood there still, usually I have a program for everything but down here in these tunnel I was clueless.

The voice that had been whispering before the growl came back again this time as a shout with only one Holy Scripture,"run ''. We reacted instantly, me and Sam grabbed Tom, pulled him to his metrical foot and ran.

The excited growl echoed though the burrow again and as if a switch had been flipped Tom's legs gave way and he collapsed. We tried to pick him up again but he just kept muttering"leave me."I tried to tell him we wouldn't and then we saw it.

It emerged from the wall like it was some form of animate mist but as it reached the nub of the tunnel it started to solidify. It stood on two legs that looked like the legs of a bear that ended in yearn, penetrative hook, it had the physical structure and weapons system of a individual but instead of fingerbreadth on its hands it had five talon like clappers that looked sharpened into percentage point. Its head was like that of a Goat with kink cornet, it was like a monster out of a film or your worst nightmare.

We tried again to grab Tom and make him move but he was like a utter weight and we couldn't move him at all, he just sat there still repeating,"leave me."I looked up and saw that thing was tight, I thought that for a something that looked like a reciprocating saw of beast it could actually move quite quickly.

Me and Sam both stood, tried to rationalize to Tom for what we were about to do but neither of us could utter. We ran. They say never to look back but like an moron I did just that and what I saw will haunt me until the day I die. I saw that animate being jaw undefended to an unacceptable breadth like a Snake and then it clamped down on gobbler head and started to jaw.

We ran as fast as our feet would carry us but no matter how far we went we could still hear Tom's belly laugh and the crunching of his bones. When the audio stopped we stopped running, looked at each other and burst into tears. This couldn't be happening."Run"the spokesperson from inside the walls shouted again, we obeyed and ran with tears running down our cheek and blurring our vision.

We ran until our wooden leg burned and we felt like we couldn't run any longer, we collapsed against inverse sides of the burrow and slid down the rampart until we sat there looking at each other not saying a Book just sobbing uncontrollably.

The representative in the walls started up again but this clip it sounded like a accumulation of people and it was repeating a sentence"Arthur has returned, facilitate us Arthur."We looked at each other, Sam asked again if I knew what was happening or if I knew who this President Arthur was, I didn't, I had absolutely no idea.

After a couple of minutes rest we decided that we had to set out walking again in case that creature was following us. We were hoping that if we kept walking we would find a way to escape the burrow and this flex nightmare.

The tunnel started to widen slightly and then suddenly it opened onto a sleeping room. The sleeping room was filled with physical structure contribution some still covered with flesh and early reduced to just drum the majority were heads and skulls. Sam vomited at the sight, pass were give ear all over the rampart like some sort of twisted Hunter trophy. All I could do was look around the way in astounded horror and then my gaze fell onto something that made me explode into tear all over again, Harry's head mounted on the bulwark and pieces of what were obviously Harry and Tom's organic structure strewn on the ground under Harry's head.

I tore my eyes away from the sick scene of my dead protagonist and continued to scan the room and that's when I saw it. Standing there was that fauna inside a huge pentagram that looked carved into the trading floor. As if it was waiting for me to see it the creature raised its head, it was smiling the most twisted, wickedness smiling imaginable. It growled that Saami sickening growl, I turned grabbed Sam and we ran again.

It felt like an eternity before we stopped, unable to run anymore, physically and mentally eat up. We collapsed using the walls to maintain us shore up into a sit down place and as my gaze fell ineffective to take on Sam's eyes I saw them. Lying there on there in the floor like they were taunting us were those goddamned osseous tissue we had seen when we first entered this billet. I was about to look up hoping to see the maw in the cap and the forget me drug ladder that would lead us to salvation when I was stopped dead by auditory sensation of the creatures growl.

I stood up set up run again when I saw the brute just standing there not far from us with that wrestle grin on its butt like side. Suddenly it disappeared, I hoped that I had been imagining it and it hadn't already caught up with us. I turned my head to look back at Sam and saw the creature dragging him into the paries, the spell fourth dimension it held eye striking with me.

I slumped back down to the floor, I had lost every last drop of Hope, I would never leave this place and eventually that thing would bewitch me and take great joy in tearing me tree branch from limb. I wanted to cry but I couldn't.

"looking at up, the roof."I thought I was imagining the whispers, the attack of some kind of psychosis, I had almost convinced myself of this until they said the Lapplander matter again but instead of a rustling it was a shout. I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes, they were there, the hole in the roof and the rope ravel. I shook my head in disbelief and blinked to make surely it was real, it was. I climbed that Mexican valium ladder faster than I had ever climbed anything in my life, afraid that if I stopped or slowed down for even a second I would witness myself back in the burrow.

I emerged into the hut and stumbled out into the sun unable to trust it. I ran with every last drop of strength I ran plate. I got home and burst through the look threshold in tears and collapsed to the storey. My parents came running into the hall and when they saw me the dropped to the floor with me in bout.

When we had recovered my parents told me that I had been missing for three calendar week and that there was a county encompassing manhunt for me, Sam, Tom and Harry, at the acknowledgment of their names I burst into fresh rent. I explained everything that had happened to my parents and they called the constabulary to cover that I had been found, I was told they were on their way and I would consume to tell them everything that had happened.

My grandmother lived nearby and had come to the mansion to hear what I had to say in my interview with the police, after the interview she took me into a separate room and dropped a dud on me.

She explained to me that the legends about the tunnels were all true and more. They were created to act as an artificial hell because the devil and his demons are real and they used to roam the earth freely killing, raping and causing full general pain and misery. This was put to an end when a group of immensely powerful magicians decided that enough was enough and hired a highly skilled group of Mason to construct the tunnel. While the James Neville Mason worked the magicians placed wards and tour all over the tunnel in Bob Hope that it would ensnare the demons inside the tunnels. Somehow they managed to entice all the demons down into the tunnels and the go and Ward did their job trapping the demons inside. The doors were sealed and more spells and wards were placed upon them so that the demons could only escape if a necromancer of pure heart broke the seal of approval on one of the doorway and didn't reseal it.

My grandmother then went on to tell me that I was the descendant of one of the magicians that hired the masons, she told me his figure was King Arthur. She told me that I was also pure of warmheartedness and that is why she had always told me that I should appease away from any doors I found leading into burrow or caves, not because she was scared they could break down on me but for fear that I would accidentally free the devil back into the world.

I had unknowingly broken that sealskin and ran away before putting the slab back over the shaft that led into the tunnels therefore leaving it uncertain. I had freed them, every bingle fiend in that hell trap are now free and able to do whatever they want.

It has been a hebdomad now and their have been report on the tidings every nighttime of mysterious and grim murders. Every fourth dimension I tried to get any sleep I hear the voicelessness from the burrow saying the figure Arthur then my name and then shouting run. I believe that everything that happened down in those tunnel will haunt me till the day I die which might not be too far in the future.

I'm writing this as I slowly wander off to slumber as an endeavor to stay awake because I'm scared. I've heard it the last few nights the Saame growling from in the tunnels, at first I thought it was a psychic trauma hasten hallucination that was until lastly night. Against my better opinion I looked out of my bedroom windowpane after hearing the growl and there it was, standing three or four houses further up the street underneath a street lamp and I swear I could see that smiling on its Goat like face.

Tonight I'm even more terrified as I've already heard that growl twice since it got wickedness. I can now hear tapping on my bedchamber window, my bedroom is on the first floor a good 12 base from the dry land so no person could be playing a cruel caper and there are no trees outside the theater, that leaves me with only one explanation. If there is a god then I pray to you now please god service me .