Journal CX-04

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The silence is worse than the noise. At least noise tells you something is there. Silence just means you’re alone. Or that whatever is down here with you is holding its breath. I’ve taken to humming under my breath, just to fill the space. It doesn’t help. If anything, it makes the quiet feel heavier, like it’s pressing in on me. I don’t know how much further I can go. But I don’t know how to go back either.

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Found an old maintenance hatch, half-prised open. The metal was warped, like something had forced its way out rather than in. Inside, a single boot print in the dust—too large to be mine, too fresh to be abandoned. I didn’t go in. Some doors aren’t meant to be opened twice.

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I thought I heard footsteps behind me today. Not the echo of my own, but something deliberate, matching my pace. I stopped. The sound stopped. I ran. Nothing followed. Or if it did, it didn’t want me to know. I’ve started marking my route with chalk arrows, just in case I need to retrace my steps in a hurry. The thought of getting lost down here is worse than whatever might be following me.

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The air smells like rust and wet stone. Not the usual damp of the tunnels, but something older, something that’s been trapped for a long time. I kept my torch low, sweeping it over the walls. The graffiti here isn’t fresh - it’s layered, like people have been coming and going for years, leaving warnings or prayers. One message stood out, scrawled in what looked like charcoal: “Turn back. It’s not the dark you should fear.” I didn’t turn back. But I didn’t linger either.

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I found nothing beyond the bridge. At first I was afraid of getting closer to it, because I’d heard stories about those who attempted to go further. I was not too sure I should be going this far. It is a different story when it’s light, but walking in the dark is not something I ever thought I would have to do. Especially on my own.

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You will have to walk as trains are not running anymore. Besides, you would not want to be down there. It is a long walk, though. Nobody expected it would be happening this soon.


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