Confessions of A Deep Sea Diver | CreepCast

34:59We had placed the bodies back in their bags and handed them over. The man bent over to inspect them, unzipping the bags. As he opened the bags, an unbearable stench overtook us. Bodies appeared to be in decay, as if they'd been dead and soaking in the water for a week. He zipped it back up and had them lifted into the chopper. Then we escorted him to the survivor. We could hear the screaming from down the hall. We opened the door and saw blood splattered on the walls. He was alive and screaming, but he too appeared to have started decaying. The man calmly walked him to the chopper and the two of them were lifted on board.

35:38Never heard about them again. However, I went back and examined the room. With his blood, he had drawn hieroglyphs on the walls. I'm still not certain of what I viewed, but there were a few things that seemed to stand out. Waves, flames, and bodies. There was a tremendous amount of them on the walls, but shortly after I walked in, our supervisor began scrubbing the walls. He refused to let us examine it any further. I like that idea that once you go in the water, you become like an old skeleton, but then you're pulled out and it's suddenly like you're alive again with that time having passed. That's neat.

36:14I've heard rumors about the Keepers of the Deep. I've wondered about them for quite some time. I believe they're the link between many of our stories. Their myth within our team is seldom spoken of, but here's what I gathered over the years. We are not meant to roam the depths of the ocean. When a diver loses his life in the deep, it doesn't stay that way. They're cursed to forever roam the oceans. When they find the living in an envious rage, it will bring you back to the depths from which they came. That is the end of part one. Like a pirate shanty. Yes. Yeah. Like a pirate shanty. All right, so that's part one.

36:50Isaiah, how are you feeling after part one? How are you feeling? I like it. I mean, I like the story. I like the little vignettes of these moments that don't really get explanation. I think the one about the World War II planes, the creepiest, you know, people go in, they're effectively trapped in hell, but when you come out of the water, you're freed to how you were. That's pretty cool. Okay. How are you feeling? You know, I'm looking to be a little more wined and dined, I guess. say you know they're they're fun little vignettes but it's it's i like i like these things where it's i just wish they were a little longer i think i'm there's just not enough for me to like really grab onto it a lot of fun ideas but i'm hoping that there's some that maybe give us a little more i wouldn't mind a little more okay gotcha a lot of these are reminding me stories of like my public swimming pool like that's a weird thing is i just keep keep thinking of like all these like different uh stories i used to have in my public swimming pool and how that This kind of thing happened at your public swimming pool?

37:45They suspected there were bodies of World War II sailors in there. Well, it's like weird things of the urban legends of things you have. There was one time when this homeless guy lived outside. Usually a swimming pool, a public swimming pool, there's usually tall fences all around it. It's not like it's just open. You have to go inside. And this guy lived in the bushes outside of that. And there was one time where people made up this legend that he would hop in the fence overnight and he would take shit in the drains. People were always really scared and then people, I think, would put candy and stuff.

38:19Kind of like the Caddyshack thing. Put baby roots in the pool. It's almost got shit! I'd say that. Maybe think of that. I don't know. I was always afraid I was going to drown in my public pool. Yeah, those two are the same thing, I would argue. What? The World War II sailors underwater and a homeless guy pooping in the drain I'm not saying they're similar I'm just saying it's just making me think I'm just like it's just making me think that like it's just bringing me back I guess to certain things it doesn't necessarily mean they're the same I just I don't know it's just just fucking makes you think about it I don't know what I'm supposed to tell you I don't know alright

39:06Harry Isaiah is being mean to me I didn't say anything he's talking about he's talking about how because we're reading these stories about I don't know fucking World War II pilots or something being trapped in a fucking airplane or something whatever that thing yeah he's read the story and then I taught and then I told him how angry he is on the other side and then I told him that I was like oh this makes you think of like legends from when I was like my public pool and they're both water based right and now Isaiah is being mad because he's like well that's definitely with the same thing whatever and i'm just trying to tell him bits and parts of my life where is this stand for the flag stolen valor coming from isaiah stand for the my stand for the flag stolen valor yes my purpose isn't stolen valor it's that a homeless man pooping in a drain is different than recovering bodies from an old ship i mean it i'm not saying that they're that similar i'm just saying that my saying that it just is making me think of because there's a lot of different stories for my public swimming pool and it's got these vignettes are just making me think like oh yeah you know even though they're not the same it's not like there's like a there was a veteran there's like an old guy that did he like slipped and cracked his head in the bathroom you ever given it there we go it's true yeah it's the same thing you had to recover a body from the bathroom or something no no no it's like those like some of those old public pool things where it's like the floor is really really wet you go in there it's a goddamn hazard right was he showering naked oh 100 i always hated going to the bathroom because of that i hate how normal that was i don't think i don't know if it's that much of a thing anymore but i went to the rec center four times because my shop my hot water was broken to shower and every single time there was an old guy completely naked and he had his like little speedo hung up oh i hate when they put their shorts up on the actual Yeah, you smell their stank ass Like moldy speedos Or trunks or whatever All those guys too Take a shower at home Why do you have to take a shower here?

41:15I don't care, dry yourself off And wait 10 minutes before you get home This one guy, I'm telling you I think that he was like showboating a bit Oh, was he? Oh, I think so Like looking back on it, I'm like, yeah Was he packing heat though? He wasn't packing heat he would bend over and he had like a hemorrhoid and it was disgusting it looked like a lasagna stuffed inside like a clam it was fucking disgusting people at the swimming pool called him monkey brain it was the worst

41:47how patriotic is Isaiah feeling now can we read the scary story yeah we can he just wants to read the story thank you for the coffee can you at least meet me halfway on there that there should not like the people should not be bathing at the at the public pools for one i don't have to meet you anywhere but two yes you have to meet me somewhere not be people should not i meet you on this podcast but people should not pay the public pools i agree with you if they can help it they didn't really call monkey brain but i will say there was a guy seriously that did do that it was disgusting part two Part 2.

42:30Part 2. Before I share anything further, there are a few things I'd like to clarify. I received an astonishingly large amount of comments and personal messages since posting. Several people pointed out to me that there are probably very few people with experiences like these. And of those people, even fewer could say that they've recently left their job. Therefore, there are probably a lot of people out there who already know who I am, or that could figure it out easily. That being said, I still believe that everybody deserves to know. First, I'm going to answer some of the common questions I've received.

43:04Yes, I've experienced a lot of terrifying things in the ocean. But when you consider the amount of dives I've made, these experiences have truly been few and far between. Basic information about our dive gear. While it does vary based on the job, we do have a standard we typically use. We are hardhat divers, meaning we wear helmets, not scuba. It's surface-supplied air. We have an air system on surface which runs through an umbilical down to the divers. The umbilical attaches to the helmet to the supply of the air. Woven in with the umbilical are our essentials. Without getting too technical, there is a line to supply air, electricity for a light, communications, and essentially a depth gauge.

43:44Additionally, we wear a tank on our back as an emergency gas supply. It doesn't contain much though, just enough to get to the surface in an emergency. We don't use rebreathers for the work we do. We do, however, occasionally use a full face mask instead of a helmet, or scuba if it's more practical, but it rarely is. The Keepers of the Deep. I've never found information about them online. The only people I've heard discuss them were the members of my team. I've been told other teams have had run-ins with them too, though, but even the guys on my team are hesitant to speak about them. I'll answer more questions as they arise, but I'll get back to why you're really here.

44:21While working on an oil rig, we were utilizing an ROV, imagine a small remote control submarine, to do inspections. We've been hired to inspect for structural damage or deficiencies after the rig had complained of abnormal vibrations. During operation, the ROVs are tended from a line that offers power, strength member, and transfers video and sonar images back to topside. As the ROV descended into the darkness below, we began to notice thin scratches along the structure. At first, it was barely enough to rip the marine growth off of the metal, but as we got deeper, scratches turned to couches.

45:00As we descended even deeper, we began to notice that the scratches appeared deliberate. We pulled the ROV up close to inspect. There, before us, were images. There were hieroglyphs carved into the metal, and they were fresh. The deeper we got, the older the carvings appeared. They were corroded, and partially covered in growth. Whatever was making these carvings was working its way up from the bottom. Then, the ROV stopped responding. It began shaking back and forth. We lost power to it. We tried to pull it up by its tending line, but it seemed stuck. Then, we felt it. Tugging against the line, but it was coming from the ROV side.

45:45something was pulling it deeper two more guys jumped onto the line and struggled to pull it back up the line began creaking and parted pulled up the remainder of the line but the rov was gone forever supervisor was then left with the task figuring out how to report our findings to the oil company i mean i like the you know there's something in the deep and stuff like that the ocean always freaks me out because it's such it's like an impossibly huge space that you can move in every part of, you know, like earth and air is tall, but unless something's flying, you can't, you know, utilize all the space that isn't on the ground, but in the ocean you can, and you can have these gigantic creatures that can appear.

46:28And you also don't have the same, at least humans don't have the same visual clarity we do above water, underwater. So, I mean, you could, there could be Goliaths down there that you never know of, uh, until it's too late. So I like the idea, like, It could be these keepers of the deep down there. It could be a giant sea monster. Who knows? There's so much room for the mind to wander underwater. Yeah, I mean, it's basically being in deep space. Just the idea that, oh, yeah, you could see some fucking horrifying fish, and you're like, well, that's deep ocean fish, baby. It's very odd to me. That'll do it for you.

47:04And there's even just like, yeah, there's species down here that we have no idea about. just such an unattain like it just unmarked unchecked uh part of the world that's just crazy that it's just below us you know i think we've talked about it before that octopus that was a picture was taken of off the side of an oil rig yeah it's like the the 30 meter long tentacles or whatever unbelievable yeah with these reddit posts and stuff is there ways where people could put uh photos while they type or is it just only text as far as i know it's i mean you can put a photo at the top I think but it's just at the top you can't put it down oh well I was going to say the one thing I liked about like even Ted the Caver was just like little little pieces of media like that it'd just be fun I don't know how you would do it if this was being written by somebody because the guy who did Ted the Caver I think he was just legitimate like a spelunker you know did spelunking and stuff if a person wrote this story and they're like I actually do work on like a an oil rig or like I work on some kind of like deep sea gear or something.

48:07Cause I feel like a lot of people write from experience. So I have a feeling this guy probably does do some kind of work in this field. I would assume. Well, yeah. Well, looking at his Reddit history, um, he more than he posted an r slash no sleep. He posted a lot in r slash diving. I just talked about legitimate diving. So it seems that he was a deep sea diver who just wrote this story. And some people that have those kinds of, uh, just like practical photos of like them actually doing that it would go a long way I just think it would be cool but it would help submit some of the stuff because I'm trying to like picture a lot of this and like yeah I don't know it would just be I wish it had some of that like found that found footage element to it yeah you just missed at the caver I know you I really do it's like I legitimately think it's the best I think it's my favorite I know we go back and forth on all kinds it has to be my favorite I love that one it is good it's good I mean my favorite it's still mother horse eyes, but understand.

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50:23That's right, buy one get one 20 % off when you go to warbyparker.com. slash creepcast to get in on this incredible offer today thank you to warby parker for sponsoring the show their link will be in the description and we are now back to the episode one incident took place about a year ago during a salvage job we were in the process of installing the rigging gear all facing the ship with my back to the open ocean i hadn't noticed anything approaching suddenly something smashed into the tank on my back hard it was slammed into the ship flattened against it by force. I turned around. There was nothing.

51:01I would later learn that I had several bruised ribs from the impact. After reporting to the other diver and topside, we were told they were going to pull us. We got back onto the stage and started being lifted toward the surface. Kept our eyes peeled, scanning into the not too distant shadows. During a decompression stop, we began seeing a shadowy figure circling around us. We continued to monitor it as it circled closer, closer. We began to see it more clearly. There was a massive shark circling us. Now, I had never been afraid of sharks, but there's something about being circled by a massive shark in the middle of the ocean, dangling from a chain that can instill a new phobia in the bravest men.

51:46Keep in mind, we aren't in an enclosed cage, just a platform to stand on. It felt like being served on a platter. It eventually circled close enough to see its features, but I didn't recognize its species. It was bigger than a great white, and with entirely different coloration. It was mostly black with a few gray features. It continued eyeing us as we sat there helpless, praying to be left alone. By the time we completed our decompression requirements, it was nearly close enough to touch. The stage lifted us up and out of the water, relieved that the shark had not decided to find out how we taste.

52:23on surface we deduced that the shark had lunged at my back but it only managed to hit the emergency gas supply cylinder so you just didn't notice like a goliath like a megalodon coming up behind him yeah i was gonna say i'm like what the i like whenever these stories do put in like it's always funny there was just like yeah so it's we saw kind of a crazy shark it was a bit kind of odd also we saw like we heard the screams of children below us one time it's like splicing in like regular real world stuff to kind of ground it but then being able to go more fantastical but yeah this one you're just like no this is like a giant cartoony shark I don't know how he didn't miss it yeah the shark is like the size of Megalodon like it's impossibly big ah geez you know we're serving on a platter oh god cheese and crackers

53:19oh god I gotta ice chai latte too good stuff what's all about it's what we make the money for it's true man just so i can just afford starbucks iced chai lattes yeah so they can write little so they can write little millennial quirks on it yeah well they read on yours would they write on mine yeah let me see god what does this even mean they just put want some coffee

53:49like w-o-n-t w-o-n-t s-u-m coffee and coffee's just spelled and then it just you gotta say it you have to say it with like your bottom lip tucked to your upper lip want some coffee want some coffee yeah yeah i don't know heckin chungus wholesome it's a heckin holes did chungus did Did Chungus, is that a millennial thing? No, well, not really. But people call that type of millennial wholesome Chungus because it's like they're just... The word Chungus feels right to describe the punchable nicety, quirky characteristic. Punchable nicety. That'd be a good horror film is like a millennial, some kind of millennial being trapped with millennials doing something.

54:40Almost like you're trying to rent a rent. Like this podcast. You rent a... Is this... This is probably millennial coded, right? Do you think so? I don't know. Probably. I don't know. Yeah. I feel like we got a split of like the Gen Z millennial types, you know? Yeah. I guess I'm more of the millennial cringe kind of thing. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Put a bullet in my head. Yeah. There it is. There it is. We did another dive. This time in crystal clear waters. There's something nice about getting a job in waters where you can actually see your surroundings. The visibility was over 100 feet. We got to the bottom and began work.

55:20There were two missiles that had been ejected from a military aircraft and had not detonated. We were briefed on their location and told they were not armed and would not detonate provided they were handled appropriately. We located them much easier than we expected and began preparing to rig them up. Just as I laid my hands on the first missile, my dive buddy said, Oh shit. My stomach dropped. I don't care how many times you've worked with an ordinance. I sincerely believe you will always have that uncomfortable sensation in your gut and nervousness in the back of your mind. I looked up and realized he wasn't talking about the missile.

55:54He saw a wall of sand rising in the distance. Something, hopefully just a current, was kicking up the sand from the bottom of the ocean. The wall of sand was growing and was about 30 feet tall. Even worse, it was approaching us. Soon it was upon us. It's hard to describe what bad visibility does in the water. It's not a matter of not having enough light, it's a matter of too much crap in the water blocking the light. Imagine fog, but imagine if you can that this fog is thicker than anything you've ever witnessed. I'm talking about fog so thick that you can have a flashlight pointed at your eyes from an inch away, but you are completely blind to it.

56:33That's what bad visibility is in the water. The moment the sand hit us, we were engulfed in pure darkness. I placed my hand against my faceplate, but couldn't even see it. After a few moments, we began hearing a metallic scraping sound. Then, as swiftly as it arrived, the sand was gone. We had crystal clear waters again, except there was no sign of the missiles. I had been within arm's reach when the wall of sand hit us, but now even feeling around under the sand revealed no trace of them. The next incident occurred during a humanitarian job that we volunteered to perform. After a portion of bridge collapsed over 50-foot deep ocean waters, we volunteered to recover the vehicles and hopefully the bodies.

57:16By the time we arrived on scene, the collapse had taken place just over a week ago. We spent the first day surveying the area and developing a plan to lift the most we could in the weak time frame we had available. By the start of day two, we were actively pulling vehicles off the bottom. It was a difficult job to say the least, but not because of the effort required. The state of disarray in the cars was heartbreaking. These weren't military pilots or sailors lost at sea. These were families on vacation or people commuting to work. It was hard to say what was harder. The cars where we found an entire family, with the parents seatbelts unbuckled and them in the back seat having been trying to unbuckle their children or the cars where the parents got out leaving the children buckled in the back seat.

58:02I tried not to imagine the panic that had been going on inside the cars as they flooded from broken windshields or windows as people frantically tried to escape, but I couldn't forgive those that left their families to drown. Each day we moved on to a new section of cars, and on the fourth day we started noticing several of the cars had their doors open and nobody inside. We were happy to find easier work, especially under the assumption that the tragedy had been lessened by people escaping the wrecks. It is until I began rigging a minivan for removal. The family inside hadn't been so lucky. As I ran slings through the van and prepared it to be lifted, I noticed the other diver inspecting the rigging gear.

58:44He began undoing one of my shackles. I asked what he was doing, and the response was not what I'd hoped for. We're checking this truck for bodies. I felt the familiar sick in my gut sensation. Slowly, I crept over to the diver and turned his body toward me. It resisted, but slowly turned its face toward me. Its faceplate was fogged up, and I fought my better judgment. I leaned in close. I wished to this day I hadn't. It was dark, but I could all too clearly make out the features. Rotting flesh. the person wearing this helmet had long since passed away it lost my confidence starting to scream my comms were blazing divers and topside were frantically trying to get my attention but i was focused on one thing only i was scrambling backward away from him but i'd fouled my umbilical around the rigging gear in my state of panic thing had again returned its focus to the minivan as i frantically cleared myself from the slings i noticed a telltale lack of bubbles coming from the helmet.

59:50It was opening the minivan door and reaching inside. As I swam away from the van, I watched it grab one of the passengers and drag them into the darkness. This was when I began to realize I might not be cut out from working beneath the seas. I continued diving for longer than I knew I should. The entire time, the thought lingering in the back of my mind, I need to get a safer career. You know, maybe, maybe that is the time to quit, you know? Yeah. Maybe the time to quit was a while ago. Yeah, I think that that one was the funnest you know why that one i feel like was my favorite one so far was it made me almost think of those people that i don't know they're investigating like divers that will go and like if they're trying to find a body in like a lake or something can you imagine that like kind of job of having to like not only console somebody that's like looking for answers but sifting through the darkness of the waters the murkiness of the waters and then just like slowly having that be like revealed in front of your face my uh my father-in-law does that and he's talked about like how dark it is down there you have to feel around and pretty much put hands on the body oh my god confirm it really good lord i mean i mean he's in fire department and it's like a small county in tennessee so it's he's diver certified so it's like hey look who's search and rescue today because it's down there because it's probably the same that he was talking about where it's like a flashlight doesn't really if you're kicking up stuff it's just gonna blind you anyways it doesn't do anything yeah god drone pod.

1:01:12yeah that's my my my my my lord could not I yeah I don't think I could do it. yeah I mean I understand like there's guys who like want high adrenaline and stuff like that and a lot of people you know beats a desk job right but there's other things that aren't desk jobs that I think I'd rather do before I did that so I commend a lot of people the ocean just freaks me out being underwater freaks me I don't like the idea of being somewhere that I have to have equipment to live you know yeah no same I mean I commend a lot of people that actually do that shit though like to have the mental fortitude to actually like stay calm and you know, be, be in the right mindset under those kinds of circumstances.

1:01:53Cause I feel like I would just, I, I mean like, it's obviously different. I'm not trained, but I, I just feel like I'd be in a constant state of panic. Yeah. Um, I'm good. I'm, I'm, I'm, you know what? Life's exciting enough. Part three then part three, then let's go. I apologize that it has taken so long for me to update you all. I've been resting on this story for the past week, scared to share it. I believe this will be my final update today. After my last post, I was contacted by my former diving supervisor. He told me the danger of sharing these stories. Then his tone changed. Things are getting worse down here.

1:02:28He had never before spoken freely about it with me, but he continued. We had an incident this last week and we lost men. I was shocked. We all know the dangers. We've all seen the keepers of the deep. Nobody actually expects to die. After a close call or two, you just expect to keep having close calls. He continued, I have respect for our fallen. You need to just use your best judgment before sharing this, and realize it isn't safe to share the story. He then continued, The team was contacted to perform a standard salvage job for the military. They had been incredibly vague about the work, but indicated that a vessel had gone down.

1:03:07The dive team and their gear were loaded aboard a US naval ship to be escorted to the project. This is abnormal, but not unheard of. But things became more and more strange as they traveled to the project. First, they were briefed by the commanding officer. He reviewed the confidentiality agreement regarding our work. Then the brief was turned over to a man who did not introduce himself. He explained that the Navy has been working on a prototype submarine. Its capabilities and new technologies would not be relevant to us. All we needed to know was that it was tremendous. the size would dwarf any sub we've ever witnessed he then admitted the navy did not need routine salvage work but assistants were covering their prototype he briefed the team that four days prior they had lost contact with the crew sonar images showed the submarine resting on bottom apparently intact but nobody was responding to communication attempts as the ship arrived on scene they found that they were not alone nearly a dozen navy ships were already awaiting their arrival.

1:04:11The divers were given the go-ahead to get in the water and begin work. Their first task was to inspect the submarine for damage and hazards. They needed to provide a bottom report for the engineers to develop a plan for raising it. They didn't want us rigging it up however seemed fit to us. They needed the prototype in as good of a condition as possible. The divers entered the water and were soon in awe of the creation. It was like nothing they'd ever seen. It was tremendous. From where they descended, they could not see the forward or aft ends of the submarine, and the water was abnormally clear.

1:04:46In addition, the sub was created out of what appeared to be a reflective metal woven into scales. They began inspecting the sub for damage. After they reached the maximum allowable bottom time, they were brought back to the surface to swap out without event. They reported to the next set of divers they had explored from midship to the aft end and had found no apparent damage. Some appeared to have gently sat down in the sand. Okay, hold on. I don't think I've ever read this part before because this isn't familiar, but my bear trap is going to be that the ship was swallowed. Well, no, they said they made it to Afton.

1:05:25I was going to say the ship was swallowed by some serpent and the thing that looked like scales was like the outside of the thing and now it's just resting there and the submarines inside of it. But they said they made it to Afton, so that wouldn't make sense. So never mind. The next set of divers entered to inspect from midship to the forward end. They began advancing while inspecting for damage. About 10 minutes into the dive, one diver began tapping on the hull. Immediately, both divers reported that they could hear people inside the submarine banging against the hull and shouting. Couldn't understand what they were screaming, but the message was clear.

1:05:59They were terrified. The supervisor reported that they had found evidence that the crew was still alive. The divers continued advancing. It was about five more minutes before their next report. There were carvings across the submarine's metallic-scaled surface. Hieroglyphs had been carved into the submarine and appeared to stretch from the very front of the submarine toward midship. Still, there were no signs of structural damage that would have caused the submarine to cease functioning. The divers returned to surface, and the commanding officer was given a full report on the day's findings. The team was assured that the submarine was capable of sustaining the crew.

1:06:34They were eager to retrieve it, but the crew was believed to be in relatively little danger. As day two began, divers descended with instructions to locate four specified locations. Engineers needed to verify they were still structurally sound for attaching rigging. Immediately, the divers reported that they could still hear the banging coming from within. They began locating the rigging points quickly and easily. As they approached the forward end of the ship, just within the region which was covered in carvings, they noticed a figure moving about. They both saw it. There was no denying it, but it soon disappeared from sight.

1:07:12The divers were unable to figure out where it had gone. They agreed to quickly find the remaining two points. It was quick work. The two remaining points were located. All four were intact and readily available for use. As they readied to return to surface, they were informed that there were two more locations they were being asked to inspect. There were supposedly two hatches, port and starboard, that the engineers had insisted needed to be checked. The supervisor was weary. The engineers up here got uneasy when they heard your reports of something moving around the ship. They stepped inside when they returned and insisted that you find the two hatches.

1:07:49I'm not sure what's going on. They're being very ambiguous. Please be cautious. The divers returned to the area in question and began closely re-examining the area as they worked they soon saw a figure emerging from the submarine was dragging a body out of the hatch they froze and watched as it pushed the hatch closed and began dragging it into the distance they then approached the spot and realized the hatch was almost indistinguishable between the scales and carvings on the submarine but it was there as they were reporting this the hatch began to open again topside lost communication with the two divers it was sheer panic on topside.

1:08:29Attenders were reporting strain on the diver's umbilicals. The standby diver donned his helmet and prepared to get in the water. The umbilicals began violently shaking and pulling. The standby diver was clearly terrified, but nonetheless approached the side of the ship prepared to enter the water. The strain on the umbilicals released and suddenly the lines went limp in the water. A few moments later, air bubbles were erupting to the surface. The supervisor grabbed the standby diver and told him, Get the divers and get out of there. He entered the water and began tracing out their umbilicals. His goal was to follow the umbilicals to the divers in distress.

1:09:05As he followed the umbilicals, he saw the air violently erupting from below and continued deeper. He reached the source. The umbilicals had been cut free of the divers and were pumping air into the water. Knowing the divers had no air supply, he urgently searched the area for the two divers. After five minutes, he had found no sign and was ordered to inspect the hatch. He frantically made his way to the hatch, hoping beyond hope to find the divers alive. As he approached, he found the hatch open and saw the two bodies laying on the floor. He entered the space to retrieve them. As he did, he noticed several figures in the darkness of the room.

1:09:44He grabbed the nearest body and began pulling it as the figures rushed toward him. They were instantly upon him, tearing at him and his gear. In fear, he released the body and attempted to flee the space. In the struggle, he freed himself and rocketed to the surface. He was pulled up and over the side of the ship unconscious. His bloodied body lay on the deck, likely suffering from an arterial gas embolism from his rapid ascent. The team rushed him into the hyperbaric chamber to treat him. The supervisor informed the commanding officer that all diving was being terminated. He had lost two men and one was in critical condition.

1:10:20There were inexplicable things happening on the submarine, and he would not sacrifice more men. The treatment continued through the night, and the diver regained consciousness. He told the supervisor he was done. He would not re-enter the water again, ever. He was assured nobody would be returning, and that as soon as his treatment was complete, the entire team was returning to land. Next morning, the team was summoned for what was believed to be a debrief. They entered the room to speak with the commanding officer and his team of engineers. The CO asked them to take a seat. It informed them that they would not move forward with the salvage of the prototype.

1:10:55However, what was down there couldn't remain. Whatever was inside of the submarine had to be positively destroyed. The team was to re-enter the water and plant charges in location specified by the engineering team. The supervisor was furious. He demanded that the team be taken back to the mainland and released from the ship. Armed sentries entered the room and restrained him. CO again repeated his orders and clarified that the team would not be allowed to leave until the job was complete. Diveside was reassembled under the watch of several armed sailors. The supervisor continued to protest the job.

1:11:28After over an hour of conflict, two divers agreed, under duress, to get in the water to plant the charges. The two divers entered the water. Fearfully, they moved to the specified locations and began placing the charges. They began hearing the banging and shouting coming from within the sub. The divers, understanding these men would be killed, began sobbing. The CO came on to the comms and again explained they would not be allowed to leave until the job was complete. After regaining their composure, the two regretfully continued. The two completed their task and returned to the surface. In their shame, they refused to speak to anyone and left Dive's side.

1:12:07The ships began departing from the location and the team was again summoned. The commanding officer thanked them for their service to their great nation and informed them they would be handsomely rewarded for the regrettable tragedy they had encountered. He then went over the confidentiality of the job and everything they had witnessed. His final words to them were, Previous events have been leaked to the public. Please realize there will be real consequences for any leaked information about what happened here today. My supervisor ended the conversation stating that the entire team had agreed they were going to leave the diving company.

1:12:41Their fear of the deep sea and remorse for the job were too great. He told me. There are some places man simply isn't meant to explore. And that's the end. End of the confessions of a deep sea diver. I really think that the, like, just getting more time with it just felt a lot of fun. I mean, do you agree? I mean, the other stories were, they're like captivating little bite-sized ideas, but there's, I think, the lack of, not even necessarily like character development or anything, but just the being able to be around the characters and have like more of a threat build or feel like there's more stakes or, you know, characters that are actually in trouble or something.

1:13:19It just, it lent itself really well. Just having a little bit longer of a format. I think a lot of these ideas would make for a really killer, like longer ideas, you know? Yeah. I think you could do a lot with it. I think the story was at its strongest when it was just kind of like, to me, the best segment was the one about the down bridge because it's real tragedy about like people trapped i think so yeah that one when a bridge goes down but and then it mixes in the supernatural of like these ghost divers show up to drag bodies like it's more bodies to add to the pile and it drags them off into the darkness i think that was the most effective this third one i mean it was the same thing but with the submarine which is a fine idea but the elements of the military like yeah for one it's absurd the military would use non-military members for this secret dive uh but also to be like oh they're holding us at gunpoint until we blow up the submarine it's just kind of like whatever um but i did like i think the story was at its peak when it mixes the real whore of being underwater with the idea of these like ghost divers at the end of this but the end of part two was the strongest to me the bridge the bridge one definitely is the best i think like even just a story of like when i brought up the idea of like or just the thought of the the people who like go to the lakes and have to like find bodies or something like that would be a really cool um that'd be a cool story too like i i i agree though like the human the human element and like the emotional um sting of that story i think made it the most captivating and it just made it the most interesting and heartbreaking i just it was the most effective for sure yeah yeah by far i agree you know for also a story that's fucking almost 12 years old it's cool to go back and look at like once again kind of the trend of what was popular back then of these little bite-sized segments and you know just like and then this thing happened and then one time this happened is uh and then and then this and then and then that happened and then yeah but it's uh i don't know it's just such a clear indication of when it was written and i think that there's always that always tugs on my heartstrings to a bit of just like that was just what was the meta back then or whatever you know yeah yeah but well we can i liked it it was fun We can go over to Tales from the Creeps now and read A Silent Girl from a Wailing Sea.

1:15:33Yep. Yes, we can. All right. So once again, this one is posted, which again, Pizzoned, we're going to have him linked in the description. If you enjoyed Confessions of a Deep Sea Diver, be sure to check him out. It's got other stories on No Sleep that I'm sure you'll enjoy. So for this story, A Silent Girl from a Wailing Sea, it's again posted to Tales from the Creeps. So fan of the show, SufficientLeave144 has also posted several memes to r slash creepcast, which is funny. um most of making fun of us and the stories we tell so fittingly uh and now we have the story for them a silent girl from a wailing sea sounds cool hunter are you ready to get into it oh i'm ready let us begin they called them the blue boys because by the time the sea spits them back out the cold has dyed their skin tracing their veins indigo turning firm strong lads into stiff statues of bloat and salt.

1:16:22We've buried three this month. Three half-empty coffins, as the water doesn't return all it takes. Three more doors to knock on, three more families to destroy, with all but a whispered few words and a salvaged trinket from drifting pieces of a violated vessel. Jesus. We were a modest town once, defined by our close-knit camaraderie, our livelihoods endowed by the brimming life of the muir. But now it only strangles us with loudish, nautical hands, drowning its patrons in a trench of loss and fear and it only sinks us more with each passing funeral okay immediately strong start very strong wording uh i love that three half empty coffins is the water doesn't return all it takes uh that's good very very very poetic yeah you know what people make fun of me they're like uh all it takes for isaiah to buy in is like alliteration and symbolism and stuff like that.

1:17:17But you know what? I got my money and I'm buying it. It tastes good. You're the one reading it out loud. So it's a nice taste in your mouth. So of course you're going to like it. The chef has come to the table. He has let me sample the hors d 'oeuvres and I've ordered it from the menu now. So I'm buying it for me. Every clerk, every shopkeeper, every conversation has become blighted with worry and superstition. The docks are emptier than anyone has ever known. Many veteran tamers of the waves are reluctant to face the tide that has claimed so many. Gone are the days of children chasing gulls across the shore, faces smudged with brine and glee.

1:17:54Gone are the days of gathering feasts of music and bonfires and old tales shouted over cider and boiled crab. I lived here most of my life, a family hailing from distant shores, braced against the gales that can batter our cottages. the salted wind has carved lines into my young face the sun has nearly faded my eyes watching the place i was born in to tangle itself up like seaweed clinging to a hole i might have been the first to break had someone not stolen the privilege on a fog-coated afternoon within the warm walls of our local watering hole ah i'll tell this whole damn room for not lads Rafe had shouted from his piss-stained corner booth, wafting in an odorous bubble of beer with his weary crew.

1:18:39Them blue boys aren't just bad luck. No, it's not the sea taking what she wants. It's something far fouler. And ye know well who's brung it about. His rant quickly earned the attention of the crowded room, and he noticed, reveling in the attention. That old keeper of light. Aye. The old wee, the glassy star. he'd been muttering strange word to the last high tide the last season i'd seen him and first young and washed up no a day later his eyes met the room of trunk curious listeners do you blame the sea nay blame that old bastard and his axes i say in whatever foul beast he brought to me all right so i again i bought it now i'm ordering a double portion i immediately love the setup that there's these dead bodies the sea's killing people and now some old person's blaming it on the lighthouse keeper what a fun setup also i feel like there was a part of you that was born to play the role of a uh of a like salty old sailor in a harbor yeah yeah i feel like that just that like just your whole personality and the way you do voices that just fits you so well good I'm glad also what is a what is a mirror I think that's the name of town the that's what they're calling the town but I think that's the name for like a lagoon town I may be wrong mirror mirror is a Scots word for more or more land and Irish Scottish get a term for sea so more yeah yeah so maybe it's just like a little the town Yeah.

1:20:24It was the bartender of all people who encouraged the revered fisherman, as I made myself even quainer on my lonely table, praying to be ignored. Perhaps someone should pay the old bloke a visit, he said, just loud enough to be heard. I saw a glimpse begin to spark in their boozy eyes. A mob, not unlike the ones from my parents' homeland stories, was forming. Four months of this torture, they longed for someone to blame, someone to punish. Rafe's eyes went wild as a feral grin spread over his mouth. The others were already rousing, sloshing down their drinks and beginning to roar in agreement.

1:20:59Their sticky fists pounding tables. I shrank further into the dark, panic writhing into my stomach. His eyes met mine. Still keeping your nose out of the wind, lass? Is it Rafe or Raffae? I think Rafe sounds more right. I'm not sure. You're asking the wrong guy. Yeah, who cares? I shook my head. but Rafe was in no mood to let anyone slip this net. He lurched himself across the room, scratching his stool along the floorboards as his crowd of rubble and ruckus took form. He was one of your kin, eh? He pressed, voice low. You want to see this end, eh? He cried, and the crowd surged at his words, some faces scared with grief, some faces scarred with grief, others aflame with the thrill of violent justice.

1:21:48My breath became shallow as Rafe clamped a rough, leathery hand on my shoulder. There would be no denying him, not in front of such a crowd. So I nodded. Good girl. I was only a child when I first met the Keeper, chasing my younger sister among the wildflowers and tufts of seagrass at the foot of that looming, bleached tower. The summer air was warm and thick, with the scent of gorse and honeysuckle. as her laughing came to an abrupt end when my foot caught on a hidden root sending me tumbling into a mess of green. The sting in my knees startled out a sharp cry and my sister's panicked face hovered above me.

1:22:26Through teary eyes, I saw him approach from forbidden steps, tall with a stiffness to his stride and a kindness in his weathered look. Quite the wound, little lady. He knelt at my side, producing a clean handkerchief and a rest of tin of ointment. His large, worn hands were gentle as he cleansed the scrape, and as he worked, humming a foreign tune to himself, he soon coaxed a wobbly smile from my sister and me with peculiar stories. Tales of shipwrecks, rare seabirds, and midnight flowers from lost islands that only revealed themselves under the lighthouse's beams. He ended his stories with a warning.

1:23:04Little girls should know better than deployed by the lighthouse. house. Even then, I sensed something otherworldly in his manner, as if he belonged to another realm. But that day, beneath an endless blue sky, he was a quiet and straightforward hero who mended my wound and sent us home with a handful of sweets and a newfound reverence. Future encounters were always fleeting over the years. Sometimes, I'd see him drudging through the mist at daybreak, shaped devoured by an old oil-skinned coat carrying pails from the shore. Other times, we'd share a nod at the market, his eyes never quite find in mine, constantly darting towards the sea as if it spoke his name.

1:23:43Once I watched him mend fishing nets at the rocks, his hands deft and silent, humming that same foreign melody only the gulls seemed to answer. People spoke rarely to him, but children watched from behind fences, trading chronicles of his magic, or his curse. But I remember clearest the night his light went out. The beam, so constant, suddenly vanished, and our harbor became shrouded in black. It was the same night the first body was found. Face blue, eyes wide. The bells were deafening. No one slept. By morning, the lighthouse door was bolted, the keeper nowhere to be found. Must have sheltered himself inside for reasons unknown, ignoring all begs and demands that met his doorstep no more than a few nights later was when last i saw my stubborn sister when the sun had barely slipped beneath churning waves i woke to the sounds of the bedroom door snicking shut at first i believed it was a dream and the familiar wind was rattling on the latch but when i felt across the bed her side was cold and indented and the front door was swinging open.

1:24:54I failed to call her name as my bare feet met the sandy path towards the shore. There, at the border of a restless surf, I saw her as she walked gently into the sea, her white nightgown trailing behind her like a wisp of a cloud. She gave not one look back at my frantic waves and gestures, not a word. The water swallowed her, quick and silent, before I could even reach the pier. They found her days later. What was left? Her face bobbing along the water's surface amidst a foaming froth. She was one of the earliest. A blue boy, though she had never been a boy at all. Four months. Four months of silent grief manifesting, finally, to a lantern-lit, strained march through the fog.

1:25:38The crowd moved as a single, muttering mass. Boots scuffing the damp earth, light swinging shadows across sour, tense faces. I wished to walk at the rear. just another soul swept up in a vengeful resolve looking only at gnarled fist instead of red rimmed eyes but Rafe insisted that I walked with him at the front his voice let in low grim burst knuckles wide around the handle of a meat cleaver in my place somewhere behind a boy began to quietly sob to themselves as the lighthouse a pale specter at the edge of the world emerged Rafe took an unwavering step towards the silent, dead, monolithic tower.

1:26:21My stomach twisted at every tail and a single kindness clashed with the contagious anger and dread driving us forward. We would not be halted. Only the echoes of our siege would spill across the bay and distant, mournful cries of gulls overhead. Rafe pounded his fist on the floor. Open up! We know you're in there! His minions became wired, twitching with driftwood clubs, knives, and whatever other instruments they could use to inflict harm. A restless collective of twenty strong, brave bodies. Is that what we were there to do? Hurt him? I made myself scarce, ushering away from our leader to a withered bed of wildflowers.

1:27:01His rave began to attack the door, hacking into its thick wooden seams with utmost ferocity. It was fruitless. his efforts becoming deranged and desperate, until a titan of a man stepped forth, armed with a hammer. He gestured to the handle and hinges, weak points, and assisted Rafe with the long, tedious task of ripping down a door. Every strike, every crack of the wood, every morsel of progress made, jolted the crowd like they were starved dogs taunted by fresh meat. The door eventually surrendered, red from its frame by three men, and was hurled down the cliffs to meet splintering demise. Rafe, sweating, spun around to find me amidst the dying flowers, his eyes manic beneath the wet mess of his fringe, and offered me a hand.

1:27:48Justice for your sister, girl. I didn't believe I had a choice. I slowly took his offer, and we became the first to enter. We stepped into a spacious, circular chamber of slick, moistened walls and peeling green paint. Spiral staircase, iron treads crested with rust, wooden handrails worn smooth, staked upwards along the wall and down, vanishing into a murky gloom. As a handful of us filtered in, we warily inspected the central living space. It was sparse. A small cot with a threadbare blanket set beneath the porthole window streaked with barnacles. An iron stove, cold and black, stood in a corner, flanked by a chipped kettle.

1:28:34A battered, cluttered workbench sat on another side, overflowing with sea charts and waterlogged tomes. Shelves held strange objects, wooden carvings, a jar of cloudy water, and faded parchments of strange symbols. One stood out, a carving larger than the others. Maybe a foot high, stained a dark, greenish-black, was a hunched figure of thrashing tentacles, encroaching wings, and clawed feet half-buried in chiseled ripples. Its bulbous head was crowned with curling, segmented palpy. Its eyes were deep-set, hollow shadows. Rough gouges resembling scales were precisely marked along its torso and limbs.

1:29:14Several villagers drew back, almost by instinct, while others clustered closer, pulled by a curious lure. A young man, tears still welling in his eyes, became infatuated with the pungent piece of wood. he ummed attuned to himself as he bowed his head when i'd heard before from a far older preclusive man oh i like that note randomly that this man's from like the same area as the light keeper and then there's like a similarity between the two like in the in this moment of desperation it's more commonality than this thing they're witnessing that's a nice little subtle tone i I like that. Rafe's eyes were fixed on the effigy.

1:29:54Beside him, faint murmurs bubbled out while behind us, lanterns flickered once, twice, and the wind let out a keen, hounding sigh. Someone in the rear, near where I had found myself, shuffled with uncertainty. Glancing at him, it seemed the entrance itself had grown further away. Then the young man spoke in a pitiful, quivering whisper. Bless us, O priest. A suffocating silence fell upon the room. It happened too fast. Opened my eyes and spun to count the faces. Rafe, the boy, and myself, and... No one. Footprints, damp and scattered, traced aimless tracks on the stone. The others were gone. Extinguished as quickly as they'd burned.

1:30:38Blinked out in an instant. Rafe bolted to the door, chest heaving. His bravado wavered. No! No! Where'd you go? His plea boomed out into the still, silent fog. The hushed shiver that ran up my back felt colder than the sea itself. Rafe rounded to the boy, now kneeling before the idol, praying in a dialect I could not understand. What have you done, boy? He spat, his voice shaking, as he smashed the statue from the shelf, breaking the boy free from whatever zealot trance he was in, replaced with a heavy weight of sudden, unexplainable loss. A mob no more. We were witnesses to an inexplicable phenomenon.

1:31:16so the boy is from the same land that the light keeper is right and this effigy is something the two of them worship so when the boy came up to it said bless us oh priest everyone else just disappeared i don't know if he's from the same land right i just thought that he was i thought that he's just connected with whatever effigy and yeah like fucking basically just eviscerated everyone around them right yeah like they just got blinked out of existence yeah that's what it sounds like so the boy is from i thought it was just like oh they're from the same land but now i realized by priest he met this effigy and now he's praying in front of it so whatever effigy the light keeper set up this boy also prays to yeah yeah same kind of like religion whatever it is yeah the boy stammered to free words from his mouth as rafe violently hoisted him up by the neck and shoved him into a wall are you bewitched son cursed hexed the boy's Pleading eyes found me, a timid shape scuttling her way to the exit.

1:32:18I don't... Metal clangs erupted from the staircase. Something was still here, downstairs. Rafe swapped targets and, like an animal, skittered his way to the first step of the descent, the boy becoming no more than a memory. Your name, lad? He asked, transfixed on the darkness before his boots. Uh, Caleb? Are you one of mine? No, sir. you're now lead us down Caleb so yeah cause the Wraith's a ship captain right so and it's a shipping town so it's like hey you're now deputized as a sailor first duty as first mate go down that staircase he stepped to the side fire blazing in his eyes gestured for the boy to take the plunge as he did he caught me almost loose from this dilemma and where the flying fuck do you think you're going lass I'm getting out of here sir no shit did you not see everyone else get hey so by the way i don't know if you saw that but everyone just got snapped out of existence i would like to very much leave thank you and thank you but i have fun with killing that guy or whatever i have fun with killing the guy who prays to the disappearing unless he's saying unless he's saying it in a way where he's just like where do you like this is not say if you should stay near me maybe no no no because she was trying to go out the front door okay i pressed myself so tightly against the wall i nearly hope to disappear into it.

1:33:44My breath caught somewhere between my chest and throat. Every muscle bolstered an anxious stiffness as the trembling boy took a shaky step into the breach. I could do nothing but watch as an unforgiving darkness consumed his entire form, and then Rafe, once again, offered me his hand and I, a final time, slowly crossed the room and took it. It was a laboratory, A sprawling, timeless, cavernous layer, the walls cut with mineral stains of marine horror. Green and orange-tinted lanterns bat with puffy moths. Illuminated the ugly, metallic din of shunned, heinous science. Pickled messes festered in stained jars.

1:34:26Eels knotted in impossible shapes. Milky crabs with too many legs. Clots of eggs glued to terrariums. tools and trinkets were plenty amidst dense notebooks single giant chalkboard brutalized with equations and sketches squatted in the corner of corrosion scribbled madness crept along and down its surface like a leak good god this is just so good good god this is yeah the descriptions are fantastic place is fantastic this is right up my alley so hard you know what these kind of descriptions too I mean like just the little hints of words like rust and And like even just this room, it's almost like you can smell the mold that's in the air.

1:35:08You know what I mean? Like just that kind of like wet towel smell that fills this room. Yeah. Basically like compounded between dust and moisture. It's just, yeah, it's really sick. Also too. Is it bad? I was just going to say a guy also just like stuck in a lighthouse and he's just been doing like awful science is just awesome. Yeah. Well, or maybe for all we know there is because people have been disappearing. maybe there is something in this town and he's keeping it at bay with these experiments or something like that possibly because the boy didn't seem to make everyone disappear it seems like the boy started praying and then for some reason the three of them were the only ones who did not disappear oh interesting you're saying that this is like almost like he could be like a protective thing yeah yeah interesting because otherwise if the boy prayed for everyone to disappear and he's so scared why then when the guy threw him up against the wall i'd be like i don't i don't you know like yeah it's like something was coming for all of them at once and he casted protection on them when he prayed um rather than because if he wanted everyone to disappear would have made rafe and the girl disappear too right um also is it bad that while we were getting the description of the laboratory the first thing i thought of was that room at the end of the spongebob movie where you know the two of them are being they're under the lamp like i'm a goofy goober yeah a seaside like a crafts table room with just like a bunch of like different yeah so like while while that like very good description is going on in my head it was like there was a dried out sponge and pink starfish on the table it has a certain age to it yeah i know whenever whatever you said also good whenever they rolled up to it it had just such a frankenstein vibe to it of like the people coming to the uh to the windmill with the torches and pitchforks.

1:36:54So now it just has this kind of like almost gothic aesthetic to me in my head. Yeah, yeah. Ocean Frankenstein. It reminds me of the lighthouse, like the people and like the setting and everything. In another corner, within a crystal clear cylinder of glass, was a fair, beautiful young woman alive and awake. Her eyes longing towards the three of us up to her waist in brown bloody water. This is definitely a mermaid, and they definitely should not open that tank. Her mouth stretched to speak, and from the gaping depths of her throat came only crackled and audible gurgles. Frustrated, she struck her glass prison, splashing out like a flailing fish, and clawed at her own neck, as if desperately trying to find her own voice.

1:37:42But another voice crawled out of the dark instead, fractured and wet. They called it mercy once, to be loathed by the tide. To be promised an end at sea, it's a lie. The keeper emerged from the shadows, waddling into the light, drenched and slimy with bloated, saturated, mossy skin ready to burst like a balloon. There were cracks in his face where a fizzing salt water oozed out and dripped to the floor with a soggy splat. His eyes were glazed and tinted with a shade of coral pink, and he unceremoniously stunk like a long-dead, rotten trawl. There is neither peace nor pain. Only an internal slumber rocked by drowned lullabies.

1:38:29He slugged his way to his prisoner, resting a hand on the glass. Every word he spoke took tremendous, gagging effort. You showed me, didn't you? I heard you. I heard him. But there is no song left now. But One of the chorus of gold bargains struck in the deep By those far older than I With things far hungrier than to see herself He turned to face us This prisoner grudging his very presence They took your little marching mob one by one To the shore where you slept Do you remember? Go and look Rafe marched towards the ghastly keeper, his stench making him gag. Enough with your ramblings, old man.

1:39:22Where have you become? What dark work have you woven? His eyes met the imprisoned woman, who tapped and fidgeted within her case. And who the fuck's this dame? The keeper's lips curled into something like a smile, a water beach dripping from the gapes in his mouth. She is a cursed son from a far harbor, from far shores. I have tried to fix her, but the deep longs to reclaim their song. As if on cue, said curse within her glass cage began to convulse and seize. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! The keeper began, retreating into the darkness from whence he came, as he miserably sifted through various tools across a table.

1:40:07A vigorous thunder rattled the towers, the woman's blue eyes flashed in impossibly bright pink. Immediately, a searing light, far more colorful than the coralline tint in the Keeper's own eyes, flared in both Rafe's and Caleb's stares. Their bodies stiffened and turned in unison, their fish trembled, and a bloodlust frenzy enthralled them, warping their faces into hardened masks of unfiltered rage and purpose. The woman behind the glass, her more uncanny features momentarily illuminated by the light from her eyes, stared solely at me. Her power unmistakable, but somehow utterly useless on my mind.

1:40:47Yeah, it's a siren that convinces men to do things. A temptress. Rafe was first, dropping his cleaver and charging the keeper with a roar that was barely human. Caleb followed, silent but wild, with his hands outstretched. The keeper's arms raised in a reflexive defense, but there was a moment of understanding in his shocked eyes. Before the chaos, as he looked only, transfixed at his beautiful prisoner, the two men pounced on him, raining down blows with primal violence, echoing through the chamber a symphony of splattering blood and brutality. The woman looked to the cleaver with a silent plea, then at me and the cleaver again.

1:41:28I'm not sure what compelled me. Her beauty, sympathy, the fear that Rafe and Caleb's delirium would soon aim at me, but my hand found the cleaver's grip, raised it, and brought it crashing down on the curved glass. It cracked, shivering under the blow, and then burst outwards. Cold, briny, murky, bloody water rushed out, swirling me up as I tumbled to the floor. My limbs becoming twisted with a woman as she gasped and coughed up foam, her voice still a hoarse, wordless gurgle. She steadied herself, grateful, and for a moment, I saw only lost stars in her charming eyes as the light within them flickered.

1:42:08She kissed me, passionately, intimately, and every sense and nerve within me detonated as a torrent of water gushed from her mouth into mine. I pushed her off, choking and spluttering, much to her visible dismay, as Rafe whirled around to face us, angry and confused, covered in blood and grime. while Caleb, shaking, silently wept over the keeper's broken, motionless body. Monster! He was upon us in seconds. The woman scampered up to her feet, stretching her limbs and squaring her shoulders as a wild mess of swinging fists assaulted her. She deflected the first blow, but Rafe's strikes were reckless as he, for lack of a better description, started to beat the shit out of her.

1:42:55In the fray, almost slipping in the water at our feet, I found myself bringing the cleaver down on his shoulder, ejecting a geyser of blood. Hell yeah. A flailing, panicked elbow connected sharply with my temple. I could barely hear the woman's strangled gasp as my vision dazzled into spots, the world slipping away, and then, muffling the shouts in an ear-ripping scream, my eyes dragged me into an empty, blank nothingness. I remember a sky swollen with clouds, My hands raw from gripping the splintered rim of a skiff. Birds cry somewhere above, unseen. And every swell of the waves feels like it will tip this fragile shell into the drink.

1:43:39A petticoat clings to me, sodden and freezing. Salt stings my lips, and each breath devolves more into a rasp. The lantern at the prow reveals my distant brothers, left to drown with what remains of the vessel. This air promised adventure, a lie. It only promises the grim patience of the sea, awaiting the young and naive to embark on their voyages, to abandon their civil, industrial safeties. I see a shape moving amidst the wreckage. I shout, my voice breaking in the wind, but there is no answer. The horizon is nothing. The shore behind us is erased. Lamps from a distant harbor are mere pinpricks, if they're even there at all.

1:44:27My arms begging to ache as I row and row until my muscles tear and blisters open. My pained cries and whimpers lost to the cold. I am alone. I am going to die. The wind lashes at me, fierce and cunning, as my lifeboat grows still, helplessly veering in the waves. I curl into a ball as a monstrous, dark mass stirs beneath me. Too large to belong to any earthly whale, and I muster every prayer possible for my blue tongue. And then I hear it, as if something below answered my small surrender. A song. Ancient. Hungry. And my last memory of this mortal coil was not of fear, but of bliss as I looked to the side of my boat.

1:45:15the splashing of waves to find the kind smiling face of a woman with shrinking pink eyes offering her hand this was not my life this was not my mind my memories my dreams i am again a witness to something phenomenal to a life most monstrous and wonderful or deep beneath the fathomless blue where no sunlight dares wander. My skin, supple, scaled, and a glimmering teal glides through black water. Around me is an endless choir, my sisters, raising a song that rattles the bones of lost sailors. Their boats wreck, their limbs slack, and their eyes drift as our music winds them into peace and pulls them gently through the frigid water and into our arms.

1:46:12Mercy and a balm to the ears of the one who slumbers in the most bottomless abyss. His occupancy is a constant tumor on my mind, vast and incomprehensible. We weave our melodies not for ourselves or the lost souls at sea, but to lull him, to shield the waking world from his gaze and to soothe his endless nightmarish hunger between his dreams. Sometimes, I am rewarded, and I rise to collect new blood for his ranks. A gift and a tribute. Another sister. One night, as storms gnash at an island where the veil between land and sea is thin, I surface atop foaming rocks. I sing as I have sung since the first flood, and my voice threshes through the hearts of men.

1:47:00I do not notice that one of them is a hunter, until the harpoon pierces my side and the net falls tied as steel around me my gnashing teeth and glittery eyes fail to frighten him as he utters words in an old tongue poisoned with grief and hums the melody of my own kin dragging me onto his ship chained exhausted wounded and dry my voice shrinks into a whisper as i am ferried away away from sisters and songs and a deep lord across harsh foreign waters to a tower of stone glass on a thriving oblivious coast beneath the indifferent sweeps of light beams he imprisons me first in a tank then a cage then a cylinder of brackish water he studies my voice notes my every attempt to sing in a quest to unravel the music until my throat begins to fail but i do not forget nor do i forgive the icy stare of the man who watches and waits as my memory of the depths bleeds into the harsh walls of his dungeon He drips potions into my prison, wafting scents and hallucinogenic spasms into my eyes, loosening a long buried anchor in the recesses of my mind, beyond my lord's throbbing presence.

1:48:14It is not a blessed recollection. It is a torturous regurgitation of morality. The drizzle of London mornings, the clack of typewriters, the smell of a waxed floor and fresh ledgers. I sit tucked behind a brass green window, counting coins my days are only an orderly routine not an eternal life amidst the blue it is a cancer the embrace of my mother the sternness of my father flicking through a newspaper and the laughter of my youngest brother echoing down the halls of our home night comes it blooms with candlelight dinners as i sit beside a man unknown to me whose fingers brush my red hair from my face we dream quietly of escape of ships of wide water of building a life of fewer ordeals.

1:49:01I remember the love in his eyes, the way he said my name, the way I once believed that my future had room for joy. In Ireland just for us, Sophie. My heart aches and breaks as I see myself sweeping down cobbled streets and hear the city's noise so, so distant now. There's a grand ship, a crew of my siblings, and a promise wrapped around the finger of my love. There's a hurried goodbye. The faces of my parents blur with pride and anxiety. The embraces of my friends are warm. For these stolen minutes, I am simply a girl. A daughter, a sister, a clerk, a lover. Never dreaming that her voice might one day steal the sorrow in a drowned god.

1:49:48And then I return to the vat, a monster again, to watch my captor unravel. a timeless ritual churned on with my own thoughts i see the slow hunch eat his shoulder his fingers swell his eyes dim with a pink glow he thought himself immune to something far worse than my song had reached him within the comfort of his own dreams his feet faltered and he would stumble between scattered notes sometimes pausing to stare at me with a begging, hollow gaze, as if I might forgive him, or appease the one that insulted his sleep. Other times, he would speak to things only he could see, muttering names I'd never known.

1:50:31On the worst days, he would press his head to my glass and weep with eroding wounds, each breath tearing through brittle lungs. Once, he tried to hum a half-remembered lullaby, but his voice broke rotten I suddenly awoke from the fractured dream of sea winches and a doomed old man jolting into a room sodden with violence and gore I pushed myself up from cold stones my head still throbbing from Rafe's elbow my ears ringing with the memory of toxic water forced down my throat man that gosh I really liked that how did you feel about that whole segment it was great I liked that it comes from the perspective of like a mermaid or a siren and then how the man captured her i think it's cool i think that's a cool way to show like the lore here because all we get from just the girl the last is as she's been called perspective is like the sea keepers this old man who's like covered in brine and he has a mermaid locked up but then from the mermaid pushing the water down her throat because you know mermaids possess women not uh or mermaids possess men not women but it can share the emotions with her she sees the mermaid's whole history she was in love with the man and they were going to sail across the sea but then the shipwreck so then she dies on a dinghy trying to paddle away like just from exhaustion and then the mermaids take her to join them but i love that the mermaids aren't just like taking men underwater to eat them they sing the song to appease a drowned god and there's like an infinite number of them under the seas then a hunter captures her but he's been compelled by something else that's such cool lore to show this character through a flashback that the mermaid gave her basically giving her life story.

1:52:10That's fun. That's so cool. For a moment, as my vision cleared, the world wobbled as it half submerged. Then I saw them. Rafe's body sprawled in a widening crimson pool, his eyes empty, fixed on the ceiling, his face frozen in the grimace of whatever horror was unleashed upon him. Caleb, too, was crumpled against the wall, neck twisted at an impossible angle. Sophie, I think that was her name, lay by the stairs. Her skin gleamed with the blue-green sheen of a caught fish. Her legs had become a shimmering tail of quartz scales and fins, and her ribs, gills, ragged, heaving, slick with dew, open and closed along her sides, twitching desperately as she gulped for air.

1:52:55Her fingers, tipped with bladed red claws, clutched at the metal steps. Her face was still beautiful, but her eyes, pale and pink, were wide with panic. She reached for me, mouthing a wordless request. I dared not move, rooted by shock and pity, as her tail slapped the ground in an attempt to communicate or failed strive to move. It then sprouted in my skull, a deep rhythm, a pulsing worm, shoving my doubts aside until a single goal remained. Help her. Help your sister. Oh, I like that too. because she lost her sister at the beginning to the light keeper and that's what the mermaid prayed on to insert herself as her sister also potentially being taken by the light keeper at least she believes that's cool and also given that you know she's seen all this different i mean they have a kinship now almost seeing how this is all happening yeah also because like mermaids you know drag sailors to their death and stuff like that but it was even framed to the girl as sympathetic Like, well, it's not for me.

1:53:57I'm just, you know, it's for the drowned God. I have no say in the matter as she kills people, as two more men lay dead in here because of her. But it's like, well, what am I to do about it? That's interesting. My timid hands found her body moving with the mind of their own. And with every ounce of strength I could muster, I cradled her into my arms, into my chest, and lugged her out of from the grim, dark prison that had been her home for an eon. She grew colder and stiffer as we ascended those rusted steps, her battle for breath becoming a one-sided war of grit, till we emerged out of the lighthouse, free to a wilted garden in a town on the brink of oblivion.

1:54:36The fog had subsided, replaced with a catastrophic raging storm of cutting gales and cataclysmic thunder, as if the gods themselves were planning to rip our grisly residents from the earth and hurl it to the heavens. Every home shook, every latched window rattled. The wails of livestock cut through the madness as debris and produce and materials were flung up into the sky and down the street. A weak, clawed finger gently tapped my chest as I braced against the elements. I looked down at the one I carried to see her pointing to the beach, to the sea, where the epicenter of the storm originated, manifesting as an unrivaled, titanic tornado of torrential wind and dark water, crackling and sparking with grotesque, eldritch lighting of green and pink, the crisp of the horizon.

1:55:24As the lightning flashed amid those smoldering, smoking clouds, a monstrous silhouette became visible within the hurricane. An impossibly large, hulking behemoth, older than the sea itself, its features all too familiar, here to reclaim what was rightfully his. Man, that's so cool. That's so cool. I love that. The weak chords of a song left Sophie's lips as we journeyed to the shore, while the parasite of my head throbbed and moaned in sync. Every man, woman, child I had ever seen through my years stood waiting amongst the sand and the rocks and the pebbles and across the wooden boards of the harbor.

1:56:03The pier stood still throughout the street. Not a lick of motion to their bodies. Not a glimmer of life in their unblinking eyes as they stared. 300 lives at least at the approaching nautical colossal, wrapped in a coat of unstoppable nature. The surf bit at my knees as we reached the water, the cold stinging more than any wound, as I gently lowered Sophie to be embraced by the waves. For a breath, nothing. Then, with a violent jerk, her tail shivered and flexed, scales flashing brilliantly in the lightning's glare, and she reeled upright, drawing great, greedy gulps of air. her lips spitting into a wide and triumphant smile.

1:56:45But, newly alive and electric, she did not race towards the monstrous silhouette dwelling at the storm's core. Instead, she lingered. Floating beneath the surface, her luminous eyes locked with mine, relieved and terrified. Something intelligible slipped from her mouth, carried upon a strong melody that snuck through the screaming wind. Thank you. The storm itself hushed for a heartbeat. and the towering titan seemed to pause, hungry tendrils just out of reach, as if even the sea recognized the power that returned to its bosom. She grinned, holding my gaze, and, as if it was the most critical decision in her life, she slowly offered me a hand, an invitation, a promise of escape, of belonging, of power.

1:57:34But my heart clenched with memory, the ghost of a sister, an empty house devoid of life, inescapable loss and the weight of a bargain at sea. I shook my head, standing against the riptide. No. Word is soft, nearly swept away. I, I can't. Sophie's smile fumbled. Her eyes blinked with understanding and sorrow, and she bowed her head, pressing a cool webbed palm to the water's surface. Under stars, when you dream you're last. Then she was gone, darting off into the dark deep towards her lord. Several shapes and bodies emerged and swam beside her as song began to tug at my bones, unfaltering as it reached the storm.

1:58:20I blinked, a reflex, nothing more than a nervous flutter of lashes, and it all disappeared, so sudden and complete that it snatched the air from my lungs. The air was warm then, touched with the delicate golden perfume of summer and the gentle hiss of a lazy tide. I stood alone under a clear blue sky, wet sand clinging to my ankles as the innocent sparkle of the sun dazzled off the waves. It had never looked more beautiful. No tragedy. Nothing unnatural had ever trespassed here. Are you alright, lass? I squinted as a gruff figure approached, his jacket too big, patched and weathered. A fisherman, one of Rafe's old crew.

1:59:01He altered a few steps away. Concern furrowing in his brows, he studied my face. Nora? Sades, girl? Ellie's sister, yeah? Glanced uncertainly at the tide in the back of me, his anxiety deepening in the circles under his eyes. Blush, Mary, what are you doing, girl? You weren't thinking of following your sis, were you? I... no. I managed, voice thin. His gaze widened, weary, as if part of him didn't believe I could speak. Let's get you home, lass, yeah? In the days that followed, I moved through life half awake, wandering the rooms in my family's beaten cottage, absorbed by absence and silence. The fisherman found me again, whose kindness was gentle and a bit awkward, and he offered me a place aboard his trawler, Perry's ship Rafe once commanded.

1:59:51I joined the crew, not as a figure of authority, but as calloused hands to mend nets, haul crates, and steady hearts as we venture onto the muir. The work was hard and cold, the water sometimes restless, but I found a strange comfort in the repetition and a sense of belonging in the rowdy brotherhood of the crew. When the catch was poor, I found myself meandering to the cemetery on the hillside, wind tugging at my coat as I stood before rows of faded stones. I left flowers and mourned for the ones I'd lost, anticipating when the next body would wash ashore. but inexplicably no more went missing no deaths no funerals no blue boys never again whatever dread had gripped our town had loosened its grip nights would bring strange vivid dreams glimpses of an ancient city far beneath the waves of pale sirens trailing red hair through coral towers of songs echoing from impossible depths to soothe far more impossible creatures i awoke each morning struck by a fierce sense of longing and relief most unexpectedly i became friends with the new lighthouse keeper a younger man recently arrived from across the strait who brought unknown wonders of the world one of which was a computer he went man computer hit me like a flash bank this entire story i'm like wait what he is like 1800 that's what i thought too it's like whoa i guess this could be at any time you're right he welcomed me into the lighthouse's warming light and on quiet afternoons, invited me to his studio deep in the basement, where canvas and paint replaced charts and science.

2:01:30His enthusiasm for art and color restored something bright inside me, if only for a while. With time, I found solace, and maybe joy, in the strokes of pencil and brush, turning my restless nights and haunted dreams into drawings and stories. At first, I sketched quietly, afraid someone might glimpse the strange visions that split from my sleep. Haunting monsters and scaly women with bright eyes, ships collapsing beneath storms, villages swarmed with brine. My books grew thick, and soon the keeper discovered my hobby. He encouraged me, offering up empty walls and blank canvases for my work as the whole town took notice of the sometimes storytellers, sometimes artists, occasionally mad, young women among them.

2:02:15Recognition brought a thrill, a sort of pride in the way men would leave me flowers or how shopkeepers begged for a tale at closing hour. That pride quickly soured into a yearning I could not deny. My home was growing stale. Every face became too familiar. Every grave and grace was counted. My work ached for wider eyes, for a world beyond fog and water. So, at the words of traveling merchants and my peers, I backed what little I owned and set out for the mainland. London. What a change it was. Frantic energy, the clang of its streets, the endless faces and lights that chased memories away. I struggled, hawking my art to anyone who would look, till galleries and magazines paid attention to the strange, quiet artists from afar, lonely shore.

2:03:07A silent girl from a wailing sea. painting monsters and pinning fables people found me fascinating i tasted enough success to lay a banquet i work hunk in bookstores my name was whispered at readings and galas strangers sought my signature and yet even amid the noise and adulation i found an old ancient longing tug at me every time my eyes fell upon one of my paintings its hunger lived on in my colors saddened when each story ended despite all i had gained i never felt whole there was always some haunting emptiness waiting beyond the edge of my canvas the vivid dreams that once kindled my creativity soon began to fade then vanished altogether as if my body had forgotten how soon i could not even sleep and my nights became dry endless vigils drove me into the edges of madness.

2:03:59My memoirs and logs grew scattered, fragmented documents written in nighttime scrawls that made no sense come morning. Time lost all substances, one day bled into the next. Wakeful and restless, my eyes burned, my hands cramped with the effort of writing, but it could not stave off the deliriums nor the wretched throbbing in my head. So, at the edge of the world, I paced an old pier, far from the city's clamor. the night sky was washed with stars each one glinting atop the dark belly of the sea and out of those velvet waves rose a song I knew an old achingly beautiful melody that threaded through my mind as if calling me home an overdue dream a promise not forgotten a head of red hair plopped up to find me shining in the moonlight her pink eyes bright with hope and glee she outstretched a hand as she had done years before.

2:04:58And this time, I did not hesitate as I threw myself into the sea. How wonderful. That's the end. Wow. Just beautiful. That was a beautiful story. I really enjoyed that. Yeah. Yeah. I, the, um, you know, it's funny this, well, I just want to say that was a great story. I think that it tackles the, um, kind of like a sailor. I not, you know, Lovecraftian definitely vibe. I think in a way that a lot of our viewers, the criticism I've seen in the past of leaving things ambiguous or you know it's just it's almost used as a crutch but I feel like this takes the setting of the sailor and these like coastal town vibes and really just has a lot of fun with it I mean just it starts off it's such a roller coaster you know what I mean like a girl's sister dies the town up in arms goes to the light keeper that know they know that he's responsible for it.

2:05:55They break in. She like basically gets thrown up in her mouth. She's able to like basically live the life of this siren or mermaid.

2:06:07Saves her life. Then basically rejects this calling of like come with me. And then she basically lives her own life and then is completely I wouldn't say completely disappointed but it's just the longing that she feels can never be replaced until she like later in life accepts this like new call it's just i don't know it's weird you get so much but it's so punchy still like that wasn't a super drawn out thing yet it weaves itself very beautifully together with a lot of just amazing poetic kind of language that i think is uh i don't know i found it to be very very uh i thought it was beautiful i thought this was a beautiful story uh i think that the perspective shift to the siren was very cool i like seeing her entire life and the tragedy that led her to joining sirens at sea and then that thing the siren says where it's like under stars when you last sleep and it's like i'll be there for you in the end uh and then the promise was kept and she comes back to the siren but ultimately you know what the siren does is it kills people on behalf of an old god so it's not a good thing but for someone who had known so much tragedy and so much was taken then perhaps it would be better to be a part of such evil because then you have a home, you have a sister again, you have, you have a purpose.

2:07:24So it's like a temptation to give into what's easier. Um, because if it's something that's better, like it's a deep evil and it killed the people of the town. Uh, and the original light keeper wasn't evil, but he was a part of this occult practice. There was really something that went bump in the night. He was just kind of studying it. Uh, but the people that went missing was technically his fault because it was trying to get the siren back. It was trying to retrieve the mermaid. So by him having her locked up, that's why people were dying. Um, so I don't know. That's a, this is a, this was a fascinating story.

2:08:03I, I like the shift. I don't know if you have to have all this stuff about her becoming like a famous writer and stuff. I feel like it would, I kind of wanted it to end where she just stays in the town and she's like the old crone who tells stories of mermaids that everyone kind of laughs off and then when she's like elderly that's when she comes back to the sea like before her death right i feel like that's a bit more effective than traveling and riding and stuff but i mean i'm nitpicking here it's a very beautiful story i think that i read it more as like you grow like she rejects it the first time because one it's this foreign thing and i think that it's also a i don't know like her leaving experiencing life on the island experiencing something new she finds something else out about herself which is like I love to create and write and stuff.

2:08:49Not in a way where it feels like she's discovering herself without her sister. She's finding out more about herself that's beyond this tragedy. But even beyond the tragedy, I think there's a yearning that life itself can't overcome this deep entrenched feeling of loss or maybe regret for not taking her hand the first time. I don't know. You know what I mean? I, it was, I liked the idea. I know what you're saying that it's like, she lives her whole life and then from outstretched, she can do that. But I also liked the idea that she at least experiences and grows and learns a bit before, um, come back because it's still not enough.

2:09:29Yeah. Before coming to the realization that she's just like, this is the thing that I'm like after is this fantastical. Um, I've always thought of that. Yeah. I can never, I've seen this world impossible. I've seen the piece, the mermaid had stuff. I want that. I want to be a part of that. Yeah. yeah definitely it definitely i like it a lot um and a lot of the writing was very beautiful i like that it also parallels the uh the exploration that we have with the like with the siren like almost like the aftermath of this is like us also experiencing what her life ends up happening before she inevitably goes into the ocean again you know i mean the same way that our main character uh gets to experience the that's a good that's a good point we see the that's a good connection we see the sirens whole story before she became like a siren and now that's what basically happened with our protagonist it was her whole story that led up to her eventual becoming of a siren yeah i think even her just being trapped her being like hunted trapped by this person i felt like it was the same thing of like being trapped by the mediocrity of like I guess just human life the repetitive nature of human life and being trapped in this way that I think that she was probably just trying to escape different ways where she escaped through leaving her town being able to experience things on her own yet it still just felt like this mundane I guess exploration so whenever she comes back it just feels like a sense of belonging now of like seeing this person go but the not necessarily the downplay but like that'd be fucking horrifying also swing around Cthulhu all day fuck that but it almost implies that it's like a fatherly relationship between the mermaids and I think that it's almost like this immortal kind of coil of like living beneath the surface and being able to like experience that like just a completely different world it's a very interesting it was a very interesting ending because it also in a way that you're given so much information so quickly that it also it melds together and it kind of I don't know it really does just like fucking explode your head a bit whenever it's like you find out that was like the mermaid's backstory so I don't know it's just a lot it's a lot to think about I'm like trying to wrap my head around it but very beautifully done and also too awesome that it was on Tales from the Creeps and stuff and this is like a last thought that I have uh for today is the the evolution of even just like storytellers online you know of like how people looked at uploading horror stories from like r slash no sleep at the very beginning to where we are it was a pretty big spread right we read the one from 11 years ago and then the one from a few months ago yeah and obviously you know different writers different just skills but it's like a writer different times that back then was like one of the best and this one is so good like Like the language is so different and the tone and all that.

2:12:30Yeah. Which, you know, not to say that writers back then weren't good or anything, but just the evolution of how people are like, this is like a small format. You know, like the way that we're approaching the story writing or storytelling versus like the story we read today or both of them today. There's just vastly different. And it's just kind of cool to see, you know, and it does make me think like, man, 10 years from now, are people going to read this and be like, oh, that's an interesting way that they wrote about X, Y, or Z. Like, how does it evolve again? you know how like what way does this storytelling uh reface and repurpose um online because i just you know i just feel like there's this always this constant i don't know where the internet's going to be at in like 10 years or whatever but i do think that like if there's a way for people to i guess like express themselves in forums or any of the websites or however i do think there's a way and i think that each generation is going to find its way to do that too so it's needless to say really both i like both of them but i do think like the one from r slash or tales from the creep whatever i do think like that one was a home run really really enjoyed it i agree yeah that one banged uh so that author again his name is user sufficient leaves 144 uh we'll have them linked in the description they have a ton of stories that they've posted to the creep cast back when we were posted on creep cast and tales from the creep cast they have a story called motor uh motor, I believe, uh, they have one that looks like it's already been picked up by some narration YouTubers called lavender on the snow.

2:13:53Uh, and then they have some other four inches of mercy. Um, they have one called yellow Kings, which has been read online and also has a not safe for work warning. I know you freaks are into that kind of thing. Um, so, I mean, it looks like I'm going to read more of their stuff because that was fantastic. And I want to see, I want to see how many home runs they have in them uh but yeah check out sufficient leave 144 they're still writing right now uh they're posting like a few days ago in the creepcast subreddit so be sure to show them some love let you let them know that uh you enjoyed their story and we want to see more because i certainly do so say it for me i mean this just just goes to show too man that so many people you know i mean just like gush about our community we have so many fucking talented people in this community and i think that like a lot of people that do want to just read that don't they don't want to just hear us that's a big thing if you're getting ready into writing don't just do it because you want to be on the show do it because there's a community of people right now that are only watching this show just because they love the community of writers and they just want to like experience new shit so just know that you know fucking throw your stuff up on there let people write like read your stuff because there's a whole army of people that do you know so i even saw like like um leave was talking about in uh their description for other stuff which not saying this to you know crap where i eat but they were talking about how now you go to no sleep and you know it's so saturated they're so strict with rules and stuff but you come to r slash creep cast look at that everyone's friendly everyone likes your story not stickler for the rules uh not to downplay no sleep because you know we've made a lot of money off no sleep and uh this podcast success but i'm just saying if you want if you want it's pretty cool over here you know are such great guys be pretty cool so i think it's cool i think it's just a smaller uh community as well right now that i think uh it's just it's just cool seeing people that are making it for the for this community you know and i think it starts in a like-minded community for people to be down with some of the stuff that you're throwing out there versus it being such a huge uh divided uh pie of a community where it's like well some people like this but some people like that so it's cool yeah I think that, you know what, if you're trying to write anything, this is a great place to start.

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2:16:37It's easier. Saves everyone time. It's not worth it. No matter what's in there, your, your wife's drowning, lost all your money. Too bad. It's the seas now belongs to Cthulhu. And also Hunter did not say it, but that last story was very Lovecraftian. You're welcome. Bye.

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