"Deepest, Darkest Depths," a Creepypasta

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<------------o------------{-( I )-}---------------o------------> “Sir, we have the recordings that you requested.” “Excellent. May I take a listen?” “Um, sir- shouldn’t we archive them firs-” “No, no. I want to go over them before they’re put in the archives.” … “What are you waiting for?” “…Sir?” “I want to go over these recordings. /Alone./” “Eh… Y-yes, sir.” Recording 1: Markus Philliman ‘So, um… hi, I guess? I don’t really know how to start this recording. I don’t really know why the government even mandated our little town to start recording ourselves in the first place. But, well, um… A hole appeared in the middle of town. It’s dark down there, ‘darker than the night,’ or so I’ve heard. I’ve never actually been to the hole myself, but… I’ve sure heard a lot about it. The police checked it out and chalked it up to a sinkhole. That makes sense to me. So, um, end of recording I guess. Markus out? That was so dumb… Ugh, turn off, you stupid thing.’ Recording 2: Shelby Dyckison ‘I don’t know who’s gonna be listening to these, but here we go. The hole is getting larger, and the police have evacuated the buildings around it. They’ve sectioned off the nearby ground. Nobody’s allowed to go near it. I saw it before the police sectioned off the hole, though. It’s really dark. I wonder what might live down there…’ Recording 3: Davie “Brunt” Tarhem ‘Man, what in the peanut butter does the government want? I mean, I know I have a beautiful voice, but come on. Ha ha, funny joke. Well, anyways. About that hole. The dang thing’s about as wide as a school bus is long now. The authorities are keeping close watch on it; they’ve set up shifts so that the other policemen can rest after their watch. Won’t let anyone near the edge. Not even other policemen. They claim it’s for ‘safety,’ but something just doesn’t feel right. My old ma always told me to trust my gut, and my gut is sayin’ that that hole is just /wrong./’ Recording 5: Officer Dunkin ‘We’ve set up a watch ‘round the sinkhole. It… it was my turn last time. We’re not supposed to go near the hole. Orders straight from the top, actually. No joke. But, I, uh… I may have broken that rule. I was just so curious. I /needed/ to look in the hole… …Honestly, I wish I hadn’t. Nobody’ll believe me when I say this, but… There were these… fish-like creatures- black and shadowy- slowly… floating out of the void. Defying all laws of gravity. They had glowing yellow spots all over ‘em in rows, and long, drifting tendrils of their flesh drifting behind them. I remember a feeling of pure terror overcoming me and, before I knew what I was doing, I pulled out my gun and shot one. The bullet went straight through the thing, but no bl00d came out. There was just a hole. That hole slowly shrank until it had disappeared, like sm0ke… or… …like slime. H-hey, what’s that? Wha- who are you? “Officer Dunkin, you are under arrest.” Hey- wha- aagh-!’ Recording 7: Jillie Wintlebuck ‘What? How do you turn this thing on? Oh, it /is/ on! Well then. Uh, hi. The, uuh, um… Some big, beefy men came a couple of days ago. They started setting up walls around our town. My property is right on the edge of town, so I get a good heckin’ view of the dang thing. It went up so fast. One day it wasn’t there, the next it was. I wonder why they set up the wall? Does it have anything to do with the hole in the middle of town? Why would they even /need/ a wall? Gosh, I hope the sinkhole stops getting larger. If it keeps it up, soon it will swallow the entire town! But that can’t happen. It won’t happen… will it?’ Recording 8: Soldier 233 ‘Tuesday. 800 hours. I have made my rounds around the wall. At 500 hours, a shout went up from the officers placed next to Presence 125. It appears that a woman fell into the Hole. Unintelligent people. ‘Don’t go near the hole’ means don’t go near the hole. Over.’ Recording 11: Ramin Ramindy ‘My cousin- she fell into the hole. The hole. That accursed hole. I /hate/ it. It’s taken so many houses. It’s taken my /cousin./ She was like a sister to me. My cousin… she tripped and fell in. As soon as she disappeared, the policemen broke out into yells of alarm, and a roar or something came up from the pit. The ground has started shaking on and off since then. What is happening? In the name of all that is right, /what’s going on?/ The police refuse to talk. The armed men on the wall just treat the unfortunate souls who question with a glare and a threat of getting shot in the head. Why? Why is this happening? And why this town? …Why me?’ --------------------------