I would like to preface this by saying I have no idea where this was written because I can not decipher what “R’s H” means in my notes. I know I was not yet in the Army at this time and I’m guessing the H means house. Other than that I have no clue.
It wasn’t the first time he had challenged the denizens of the sewers, and as each time before, he hoped it wouldn’t be his last. Unlike the previous expeditions he led, he went solo.
As he looked around, in the dim light of his lantern, he was trying to remember why he went solo this time. He hit himself on the head for his stupidity.
He could feel that never ending echo of dripping water almost beginning to drill its way into his brain. He trudged slowly onward into the gloom that was the sewers crawled in as he moved.
He trudged forward with one hand on his abdomen. He was trying to stop the blood from flowing out of him. He was beginning to feel very tired as he walked on. Then he fell to the ground and stopped moving.
After a few minutes he got up and looked around. As he reached for his lantern he received a very large shock. For, next to his lantern, lay his still body.
He yelled out loud but no noise came out of his mouth. He began to run away in fear and shock. Yet, at every corner, he would end up at the same place, looking down on his dead body.
As he lay there crying a cold wind began to blow through the sewers. He sat there like that for many days until a group of three city workers chanced upon his body. He tried to scream for them to help him but he only succeeded in frightening them away.
A few more days passed. He began to realize the full extent of his predicament. Unless his body was buried soon, and on hallowed ground, he wound end up a sewer spirit for ever. This scared him to no end. Then he saw a group of four approaching.
He recognized three of them as the city workers from a few days ago, the fourth was dressed as a priest. The priest drew forth his instruments and began to chant. He began to feel at peace, for a while. Then it hit him. He was dissolving.
This was no service for the dead but a banishment ritual designed to rid the sewers of foul spirits. He tried to fight it, to scare them off. It did not work.
He soon found himself in a bland blue realm, alone. There was no one near him and nothing to be seen in the distance. He had been banished, and now he was mad.
– end part 1 March 4, 1990 11:45 AM R’s H
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