Chapter Three

The Devil's Playground

 

CHAPTER THREE:

 

The crash of the door echoed throughout the entire cave. The sounds of metal and bolts clanging to the ground rang in my head for thirty seconds after it happened.

“I think we got the door open” Chase said as he walked over to look at Brian unconscious on the cave floor. The four of us casually took our time walking into the room behind the door, while taking a courtesy look at Brian along the way. The room behind the door was massive. It was like walking into the court yard of a palace. The circular wall was cut and stacked perfectly in unison. They were rough and gritty to the touch, so I guess they are made of sandstone. Odd to find inside the mountains around here. There were sections of space in the wall that were fully packed with ancient artifacts and scrolls. I took one out and opened it, but the writing was so worn out that it was not legible at all. I don’t even know if it was in English. The floor of the room was very dusty, but smooth. Felt like marble, but the dust was so compacted and thick; it was hard to tell.

“Hey, look at this” Arron called out. I walked over to see that there was a second room. It was smaller than the first and square rather than circular. The room did not have much except for a plain, stone coffin that was surrounded by stone columns. The four walls had a large pentagram in the center, as well as one on the floor; with the coffin placed in the middle. The columns were on every outer point of the star.

“Wow” I said “This is creepy...but cool!” I stepped in the room and immediately felt a sudden felling of despair. I just felt like crawling up into a ball and crying for no reason. I walked a little closer, and the feeling grew worse. Chase and Arron were behind me; I looked back and saw on their faces that they felt the same way I did. I looked back even further to find John standing at the doorway; he had a pallor look on his face. “What’s wrong John?” I asked in a sad voice. It was the only way I could speak for some reason.

“We shouldn’t be here” John replied in complete seriousness “This is not a good place. This is a place of evil.”

“What?” I asked “How do you know.” I knew why but that was all I could say, like I was being forced to speak it.

“Look at the walls” he said pointing to the wall on the right. “You know what those symbols are. Those are a symbol of satanic power; they are used to summon demons to this world.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic” I replied “You and I both know demons are not real and cannot be summoned!” I may not be as much a religious person as John and certainly don't know as much as he does, but even I didn’t believe that. I knew deep down that wasn’t the truth, but it was the only thing I was able to say.The longer I was in the room, the more I started to feel a strange urge; an urge that was powered by my curiosity. An urge to open the coffin. I tried to resist the feeling, but my human curiosity was overpowering my will. What was in the coffin? What is in there that requires all these symbols? Why did it need to be buried so deep into a cave in the middle of nowhere? As these questions went through my head, I found myself slowly moving towards the coffin. I had no control over what my body was doing, it was like I was being dragged to the coffin; forced to move against my will. As I slowly made my way to the old, worn out coffin I could hear a faint whisper coming out of the walls; a whisper that would be impossible to hear with any outside distractions. I listened closely to hear that it was saying “open it.” “Open it?” Is this voice what is controlling me? My mind was completely out of its normal state. I didn’t even feel like a person anymore; just a mass entity of matter made to open this coffin. As I walked closer to the coffin, another whisper uttered “open it,” however it was louder this time; like someone was speaking it in a hushed voice. My body lifted its hand and place it on placed it on the coffin, I had no willpower anymore.

“NO, MARK” John screamed “DON’T OPEN IT!” But my mind was so I could only hear gibberish mumbles. “Open it” was the only thought in my head.

Throughout my out-of-body-like journey, it seemed like I could see everything, watching it like a movie. Chase and Arron remained in the room with a blank look on their face. They did not move a single muscle, nor make a single sign of expressions. They were like statues. John was still screaming at the door way to try and stop me from opening the coffin, yet strangely, he never stepped foot in the room. While I was in a subconscious journey, Brian had just regained a conscious. However, he was so angry; that he picked up a piece of the broken door and slammed it against the cave wall. The vibration knocked loose a rock that was about the size of his head, and it fell on top of his head. He fell on the cave floor unconscious again.

I knew that opening this coffin is against everything I believe in, and I tried to fight it. But it was hopeless. One quick and overpowering burst of energy caused me to grab the coffin’s lid with both hands and throw it off.

Author's Note

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