If you see this image of the tunnel, it wasn't this dull. It was much more lively. Too lively around my youth. Where it came from is a country I used lived there. The country it resides in has many strange stories of horror. One genre that sticks out the most are the haunting stories. These are very common and part of my childhood during school. From moving chairs in an abandoned classroom to ghostly presence at the 3rd grade's female restroom, the students in my school are thrill to try encountering these hauntings. It is strange to see the horror at a young age but the youth like to see something interesting happen….Like the tunnel.
The tunnel was the memorial site of the 2nd grade students. Their death? From a collision on their way home from a field trip. It is unknown who caused it or how it happened but their deaths caused their family to cry in pain. In some twisted compensation in my opinion, they closed it off to the vehicles and painted a mural in the tunnel. A mural of the students and what lives they could have lived. This is overlooked by succeeding generations as they heard haunting stories about the tunnel. Near my school, students hang around to see the ghosts of the dead students and/or give them offerings like toys to appease them.
Strange things happened from the tunnel. One example is a few students having a similar nightmare of an angry boy beside their bed. In the nightmare, he is hitting and screaming at them to give it back. The kid happens to be one of the dead students and what they need to give back is a teddy bear that they stole. Rude to do that to a deceased child. Another example is hearing footsteps and giggles in the tunnel. Whether hanging around there or using that path alone, you can hear them. I too encountered something strange and it changed my life significantly with my two friends.
Well…I used to have two friends back then before I attained a job. What we have in common is the interest in the world of art. We, like any students in my school, want to see the hauntings but I'm not a fanatic like them. Still….they were great friends to me. We were so curious about the tunnel that we decided to go there in the late afternoon after Art club. The haunting didn't start until around 6:30pm. Just when we decide to head to the other side of the tunnel and head home, something follows us. We turn around to see a Fisher Price telephone ringing as it approaches. We knew it was following us as we moved back. It came toward us with its rotary dial moved. Kept on making the ringing noise until I approached it and pick it. Once I answered, A voice answered and I learned the dark truth with my friends.
I wish I could tell what happened but I made a promise to the dead student. Keep the truth a secret. My friends wanted to show that truth of the incident and the world in their own ways. I haven't seen them for a long time after the tunnel change to a dull look. But maybe I seen some of their work at my workplace.
You may think what I wrote is nonsense, but I wrote it to get it off my chest. In such a spur of a moment in writing this, it pains to see how people see horror. A form of joke or twisted entertainment but not a warning. We just see something linear like a tunnel but never the others parts of the story.
If you, my colleague or someone who encounters this…you can take this as an odd rant of a mad person or something to look over. I wish you well in life.
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