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22. The agony in stony places/ The shouting and the crying - Buried alive | Dungeon
Warnings: Locked up, isolation, horror vibes, creepy dungeon, yearning for whumper, whumper making themself a point of safety, mind games
Stone had expected a normal cellar when Celeste had dragged them down there. Of course, no such luck in the worst month of their life. It was the opposite end of the house, they thought--though hard to tell from all the twisting passages--as the cavern with the healing pool. It looked so much older and more menacing. Like the bowels of a medieval castle, all rough stone walls and narrow slits for windows high up near the ceiling.
Celeste had left them in a cell that was cold stone on three sides and a set of bars on the fourth. She had forgone chains but the threat was there, manacles hung from the walls on big metal rings. Stone curled up on a bed of straw and glared at the cell bars.
It was cold, the air felt damp, it smelled of mildew and mould. There was a bucket in the corner and Stone had no inclination to look in it, and was glad it had a cover over the top.
“Fucking stupid, can’t handle me wandering around your house and being nosy? Then don’t leave doors unlocked.”
Wind whistled from somewhere and startled them. They raised their head and leaned forward, peering down the dark corridor that led in both directions to and from their cell. It was eerie, but it was just weather… right?
Things began to rattle. Doors on the hinges, the ominous clink of chains, small rocks scattering over hard floors. Across from their cell was a thick wooden door with a grid of bars at head height and it gave Stone a sense of foreboding.
“This won’t scare me, witch!”
They could handle the dark, couldn’t they?
“Being down here is better than being with her,” Stone mumbled to themself. “Peace and quiet is nice.”
They closed their eyes, tried to pretend it was a pleasant reprieve, maybe they’d just take a nap. Their skin itched, prickling with some need they couldn’t place. Behind their closed eyes they pictured the soft sheets from upstairs, the slide of fingers through their hair.
They jerked as something tickled their face. Just a cobweb and they swiped it away. They felt ashamed to have been thinking of Celeste’s careful hands combing their hair.
“Thank you, Mr Spider, for breaking that illusion.”
They were just about to close their eyes when one, loud, tremendous bang sounded from behind the door across from their cell. Their heart rocketed up into their throat. The door had moved, shaken under the blow. Whatever had fallen--and they tried desperately to convince themself it was just something falling--had landed solidly on the other side of the door.
They gulped, watching carefully, waiting to see it happen again.
It was starting to get unnerving down here, and they had no idea how long it would be before Celeste came back to let them out. With slow, deliberate breaths, they pressed firmly up against the wall, and hoped they would still have some dignity left when she came back.
An hour later, after three more ominous bangs, and what sounded like a scream echoing down the hall, Stone started shouting, too. For release, for Celeste to come back, and eventually… just in pure frustrated fear.
When Celeste swanned back into view at the end of the evening, Stone just about flew into her arms when the door opened. They’d take her creepy comfort any day over whatever else was down in the dungeons.
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The Hole by Hiroko Oyamada
The Hole by Hiroko Oyamada
Hiroko Oyamada has spun a beguiling tale and the comparison to David Lynch is certainly spot-on. In The Hole mundane exchanges and places acquire a surreal quality while the author’s easy prose is brilliantly juxtaposed against her story’s growingly eerie atmosphere.After her husband’s job transfer, Asa moves outside of the city with him. The two settle in the countryside, in a house owned by his…
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