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My experience with a Torch in the Sewers Last Night

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I just felt so chilled out lately that I would go to the park with my chai tea and dark chocoloate and IPod with Bob Marley that I sat on top of the yellow monkey bars at my park, made myself comfortable even though it's a high-up place but I just felt it would be fun chilling, listening to Bob Marley, and enjoying my consumptions. I was planning and looking forward to the oncoming night...

Sure, I ran with my brother and friend who visits every summer and talked until 12 AM but I was holding off my anticipation to begin my new "journey" at night with one of the many torches I will buy for my birthday and put colored flaming citronella (which does smell deliciously citrus) of many other colors and decorate my yard with) I did not want any cops that sometimes come by to see me walking with a torch unlit late at night so I lit it up (just kidding) not lit but decided to cut through someone's yard as a short cut the park.

I proceeded across the long grass under the night sky and then across the fields next to the woods that I will later proceed through with my torch. After replacing the wick that fell inside the torch unfortunately, I fortunately had another and put it inside and filled the tank up a little more with citronella fuel for the torch. I see a truck park at least 100 ft away from me deep into the parking lot and the lights shined directly at me and I didn't know if they saw me this park away. I was cautious because it is techically a risky or serious expedition so I acted as if I was leaving so I decided to walk away towards the woods out of sight and then the truck left. I then turned around and went back towards the part of the field where it'll slope down to another ground level that is narrow next to a ditch where the sewers were made for that I will enter. Before, stepping down into the 10ft slope towards the ditch area, I said, "this is it," since I've never done anything like that before even though I do normally walk at night and sometimes venture into the park and woods at night as well with no lights around but the moonlights. Who ventures through the sewers with a torch at nigth anyways?

I step down onto the slope and when I reached the bottom next to the ditch, I look to the right and see the tunnel of sewage... or could it be more for drainage mainly for floods? because there is no stink at all... just cob webs and graffitii... When I see the dark tunnel, I think of old scary movies I use to see when I was way young like Sometimes They Come Back (if it was someone here who told me that was the movie I was looking for, please remind me of yourself that it was you) or Pet Semetary. I said, "it's like from some horror movie," to myself. I walked onto the stones I threw on top of the algae-infested water that is only 1-3 inches deep which was enough for water to enter my shoes so I avoided stepping into the water too much. I knew there were cobwebs, as I saw earlier that day when I was just looking at it to see what it was like as I was throwing the stones to walk upon this night.

I took my torch, as I kept my balance on a rock or two, and burned the spider-webs so I could enter. I step inside the pitch-black tunnel. When I held my torch which I never really had experience holding so it felt could, I noticed the torch wouldn't shine like a flashlight through the whole tunnel but just no more than 3 feet ahead of me but anymore was pure pitch-black. I proceeded, focusing hard for cobwebs so I don't run into any so I can burn them. As I kept going, I would every now and then look behind me as I would see dim-blue light from the other side of the ditch of trees, bushes, grass, to the ditch, and to the beginning of the tunnel reflecting from the moonlight up sky. My hypothetical imagination would take play as I enjoy scary movies: I imagined a demon popping out right in front of me of that black abyss in the tunnel. Walking and looking behind me, as I also imagined I might see a figure behind me at the beginning of the tunnel, taking shape as the outside nature outlined him or it. Could thing it didn't happen.

When I got deep enough, I noticed the first room me and my friends used to come to when venturing during the day many years ago. Because the torch wasn't big and more over like a big candle-light than a torch, it only lit up no more than 3 ft in front so it looked like an even larger BLACK ABYSS which gave me a feeling of fear that a dark abyss would bring... especially being alone. I shined my torch deeper into it as it had a long stick, holding closer to the back of it and began to burn spider webs as I chose to get into the room. I burned the spider webs in the corners so I didn't have to step into the puddle of water in front of me.

I read the graffitii. It's not comforting to read about Satan on the concrete walls at night while I'm alone, surrounded by a ton of darkness. The graffitii sucked anyways, I could've done way better. I'm surprised there are people who put no effort when they would spray graffitii.

I knew the next tunnel, after the "room" I was currently in, was very long from experience even as I was younger and shorter to be able to stand taller in the tunnel, it was a long tunnel. I turned around as I was satisfied. If I wasn't, I would've proceeded. When heading out, I didn't put the torch in front of me as the moonlight lit up the end of the tunnel ( I wish I'd notice life or nature more as the moonlight was shining over nature, not a blot of blue and black camouflage interpretted by my "burnt out" or "dumb-clouded" mind.) I put the torch behind me so I can see if anything would creep behind me as I proceeded and looked to the beginning of the tunnel. I also knew I wouldn't run into any cobwebs since I've burnt them on the way, the very few or just the beginning.

Since, I didn't stay long in the tunnel, I noticed I didn't have that relieving, finally-seeing-more-light-even-though-it-is-very-close-to-being-pitch-black feeling as I imagined I might have after being in the tunnel.

I walked up the slope, put out my flame... nevermind. I kept it lit and walked right down the field (left would or forward would be the baseball fences, field, and parking lot of rocks) towards the woods. Going further enough towards the woods, I made a left between the baseball fields (for toddlers or teens) to cut to the gym and parking lot with lights. I held my torch high by putting the very back in my hands just to see how cool it kind of looks. I put it back down by holding mid-section and came to the gym outside lights and put out the torch.

I decided to take a walk into the near-by neighborhood to my friend's house's window so if they were awake or not, I would light the torch back up, knock on the window, and say, "fire! Fire!" With a firey, crazy voice. I imagine that through their blinds, they'll see a lit flame behind them as they'll know it's me being stupid again on my "nightly walks." When I made it to the house, I decided to turn back around because it was too late in the morning (around 3:00 AM) and they were sleeping. Plus, I was too shy as I am way less shy when happy enough.

I walk back to the park, hiding my torch in the grass or lining it up with my body as only 2-3 cars passed me. I made it to the park and noticed that same f*cking red truck CAME BACK! The same truck that interrupted my voyage, left as I was "leaving", and it was in the parking lot AGAIN but wasn't as deep into the parking lot... Why was they or that person there? I wanted to go up to it and ask just so I would have more insight of what I think and what reality is but I decided to go into the woods, light my torch one more time, and walk into them. I noticed because of the torch, I was more blind to see the woods rather than havning no torch, since I would sometimes walk through them previous nights. I made it to the small, unique field behind the woods and made a left through a tiny bit of woods into the power-line field where the house that I will cut back into my neighborhood was. Before cutting through the house because its fence was on the ground, I walked further to see if the red truck was still in front of the gym and it was but I cut back into my neighborhood and just walked home (I put the torch out before entering the power-line field) Before getting into my yard, the newspaper guy was throwing out newspaper AT 3 AM!

I go inside, put up things, lay on the couch and notice I didn't unplug all standby appliances to save more electricity and just said, "I know I should because I still have a chance but I am very tired." So I fell asleep. I sure hope no one bitches about me unplugging the standby appliances nightly when not in use. If they do, I'll consider them careless of the bill since we are doing poorly financially(My dad is the ONLY ONE in the house paying for us all and the house as my ungrateful mom would keep bitching at him when my dad, a diabetic, could have a heartattack easier from high-blood pressure that my dumb mom doesn't know.)

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I just felt so chilled out lately that I would go to the park with my chai tea and dark chocoloate and IPod with Bob Marley that I sat on top of the yellow monkey bars at my park, made myself comfortable even though it's a high-up place but I just felt it would be fun chilling, listening to Bob Marley, and enjoying my consumptions. I was planning and looking forward to the oncoming night...

Sure, I ran with my brother and friend who visits every summer and talked until 12 AM but I was holding off my anticipation to begin my new "journey" at night with one of the many torches I will buy for my birthday and put colored flaming citronella (which does smell deliciously citrus) of many other colors and decorate my yard with) I did not want any cops that sometimes come by to see me walking with a torch unlit late at night so I lit it up (just kidding) not lit but decided to cut through someone's yard as a short cut the park.

I proceeded across the long grass under the night sky and then across the fields next to the woods that I will later proceed through with my torch. After replacing the wick that fell inside the torch unfortunately, I fortunately had another and put it inside and filled the tank up a little more with citronella fuel for the torch. I see a truck park at least 100 ft away from me deep into the parking lot and the lights shined directly at me and I didn't know if they saw me this park away. I was cautious because it is techically a risky or serious expedition so I acted as if I was leaving so I decided to walk away towards the woods out of sight and then the truck left. I then turned around and went back towards the part of the field where it'll slope down to another ground level that is narrow next to a ditch where the sewers were made for that I will enter. Before, stepping down into the 10ft slope towards the ditch area, I said, "this is it," since I've never done anything like that before even though I do normally walk at night and sometimes venture into the park and woods at night as well with no lights around but the moonlights. Who ventures through the sewers with a torch at nigth anyways?

I step down onto the slope and when I reached the bottom next to the ditch, I look to the right and see the tunnel of sewage... or could it be more for drainage mainly for floods? because there is no stink at all... just cob webs and graffitii... When I see the dark tunnel, I think of old scary movies I use to see when I was way young like Sometimes They Come Back (if it was someone here who told me that was the movie I was looking for, please remind me of yourself that it was you) or Pet Semetary. I said, "it's like from some horror movie," to myself. I walked onto the stones I threw on top of the algae-infested water that is only 1-3 inches deep which was enough for water to enter my shoes so I avoided stepping into the water too much. I knew there were cobwebs, as I saw earlier that day when I was just looking at it to see what it was like as I was throwing the stones to walk upon this night.

I took my torch, as I kept my balance on a rock or two, and burned the spider-webs so I could enter. I step inside the pitch-black tunnel. When I held my torch which I never really had experience holding so it felt could, I noticed the torch wouldn't shine like a flashlight through the whole tunnel but just no more than 3 feet ahead of me but anymore was pure pitch-black. I proceeded, focusing hard for cobwebs so I don't run into any so I can burn them. As I kept going, I would every now and then look behind me as I would see dim-blue light from the other side of the ditch of trees, bushes, grass, to the ditch, and to the beginning of the tunnel reflecting from the moonlight up sky. My hypothetical imagination would take play as I enjoy scary movies: I imagined a demon popping out right in front of me of that black abyss in the tunnel. Walking and looking behind me, as I also imagined I might see a figure behind me at the beginning of the tunnel, taking shape as the outside nature outlined him or it. Could thing it didn't happen.

When I got deep enough, I noticed the first room me and my friends used to come to when venturing during the day many years ago. Because the torch wasn't big and more over like a big candle-light than a torch, it only lit up no more than 3 ft in front so it looked like an even larger BLACK ABYSS which gave me a feeling of fear that a dark abyss would bring... especially being alone. I shined my torch deeper into it as it had a long stick, holding closer to the back of it and began to burn spider webs as I chose to get into the room. I burned the spider webs in the corners so I didn't have to step into the puddle of water in front of me.

I read the graffitii. It's not comforting to read about Satan on the concrete walls at night while I'm alone, surrounded by a ton of darkness. The graffitii sucked anyways, I could've done way better. I'm surprised there are people who put no effort when they would spray graffitii.

I knew the next tunnel, after the "room" I was currently in, was very long from experience even as I was younger and shorter to be able to stand taller in the tunnel, it was a long tunnel. I turned around as I was satisfied. If I wasn't, I would've proceeded. When heading out, I didn't put the torch in front of me as the moonlight lit up the end of the tunnel ( I wish I'd notice life or nature more as the moonlight was shining over nature, not a blot of blue and black camouflage interpretted by my "burnt out" or "dumb-clouded" mind.) I put the torch behind me so I can see if anything would creep behind me as I proceeded and looked to the beginning of the tunnel. I also knew I wouldn't run into any cobwebs since I've burnt them on the way, the very few or just the beginning.

Since, I didn't stay long in the tunnel, I noticed I didn't have that relieving, finally-seeing-more-light-even-though-it-is-very-close-to-being-pitch-black feeling as I imagined I might have after being in the tunnel.

I walked up the slope, put out my flame... nevermind. I kept it lit and walked right down the field (left would or forward would be the baseball fences, field, and parking lot of rocks) towards the woods. Going further enough towards the woods, I made a left between the baseball fields (for toddlers or teens) to cut to the gym and parking lot with lights. I held my torch high by putting the very back in my hands just to see how cool it kind of looks. I put it back down by holding mid-section and came to the gym outside lights and put out the torch.

I decided to take a walk into the near-by neighborhood to my friend's house's window so if they were awake or not, I would light the torch back up, knock on the window, and say, "fire! Fire!" With a firey, crazy voice. I imagine that through their blinds, they'll see a lit flame behind them as they'll know it's me being stupid again on my "nightly walks." When I made it to the house, I decided to turn back around because it was too late in the morning (around 3:00 AM) and they were sleeping. Plus, I was too shy as I am way less shy when happy enough.

I walk back to the park, hiding my torch in the grass or lining it up with my body as only 2-3 cars passed me. I made it to the park and noticed that same f*cking red truck CAME BACK! The same truck that interrupted my voyage, left as I was "leaving", and it was in the parking lot AGAIN but wasn't as deep into the parking lot... Why was they or that person there? I wanted to go up to it and ask just so I would have more insight of what I think and what reality is but I decided to go into the woods, light my torch one more time, and walk into them. I noticed because of the torch, I was more blind to see the woods rather than havning no torch, since I would sometimes walk through them previous nights. I made it to the small, unique field behind the woods and made a left through a tiny bit of woods into the power-line field where the house that I will cut back into my neighborhood was. Before cutting through the house because its fence was on the ground, I walked further to see if the red truck was still in front of the gym and it was but I cut back into my neighborhood and just walked home (I put the torch out before entering the power-line field) Before getting into my yard, the newspaper guy was throwing out newspaper AT 3 AM!

I go inside, put up things, lay on the couch and notice I didn't unplug all standby appliances to save more electricity and just said, "I know I should because I still have a chance but I am very tired." So I fell asleep. I sure hope no one bitches about me unplugging the standby appliances nightly when not in use. If they do, I'll consider them careless of the bill since we are doing poorly financially(My dad is the ONLY ONE in the house paying for us all and the house as my ungrateful mom would keep bitching at him when my dad, a diabetic, could have a heartattack easier from high-blood pressure that my dumb mom doesn't know.)

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How? By punching your monitor?

Also, Joe. I'm going to get nightmares because of you.

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hahahha! It's all true, too. Just realize that I'm a real person that actually does that. Sure, it aint the olympics but it's something I'm willing to face my fears and put myself at "risk of being murdered by a random guy that might kill me since he would live in such a small park." One day, I want to become a free-runner as daily excersise. Free runners are the people you see in the beginning of the first new James Bond Movie: Casino Royale with the black guy running from bond and all those crazy jumps he did. Now, I WOULDN'T do that stuff as daily excersise but I would for my life but my idea was like: using the woods as a playground for excersise and also making a full sprint to one of those ditch areas I explained in this true story where I would be on top ground to make a full sprint, jump or leap as far as I can to reach the other side of the ditch with enough confidence, dexterty, and fitness to not break my leg and know what to do if I'm about to hit a tree at my speed across the ditch. Stuff like that.

That to the side, why would have a nightmare? lol, I'm sorry. I only do it for fun and adventure. A fact, interesting or not, about what Joe won't tell you is that he actually did it to quote on quote "gain a new higher level of thinking" based on the idea that experiencing deep darkness of things I would never imagine doing as a child or become close to leaving my house for the voyage would remove the darkness that keeps me from being more intelligent.

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How? By punching your monitor?
By sending him an E-mail so powerful it would cause him to explode

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By sending him an E-mail so powerful it would cause him to explode

Yes but not literally. Maybe... it could be more possible with a picture but it's way easier figuratively but how would Merc273 have enough intelligence to know what could make him "explode" or piss him off? Would it be something he knows about Maxx or could Merc be smart enough to know what other things Maxx could be pissed from just by knowing how Maxx thinks?

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"explode" or piss him off?
It was a "I'm so awesome I could kill you with an e-mail joke"

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I know, I know, I was just being ridiculously hypothetical. The only reason I'm not murderer or I am not starting an occult group, is because I don't draw conclusions or try hard not to and to notice things and I just let most things rest as theories until proven otherwise.

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By sending him an E-dick so powerful it would cause him to explode

I see what you did there. :ph34r:

hahahha! It's all true, too. Just realize that I'm a real person that actually does that. Sure, it aint the olympics but it's something I'm willing to face my fears and put myself at "risk of being murdered by a random guy that might kill me since he would live in such a small park." One day, I want to become a free-runner as daily excersise. Free runners are the people you see in the beginning of the first new James Bond Movie: Casino Royale with the black guy running from bond and all those crazy jumps he did. Now, I WOULDN'T do that stuff as daily excersise but I would for my life but my idea was like: using the woods as a playground for excersise and also making a full sprint to one of those ditch areas I explained in this true story where I would be on top ground to make a full sprint, jump or leap as far as I can to reach the other side of the ditch with enough confidence, dexterty, and fitness to not break my leg and know what to do if I'm about to hit a tree at my speed across the ditch. Stuff like that.

That to the side, why would have a nightmare? lol, I'm sorry. I only do it for fun and adventure. A fact, interesting or not, about what Joe won't tell you is that he actually did it to quote on quote "gain a new higher level of thinking" based on the idea that experiencing deep darkness of things I would never imagine doing as a child or become close to leaving my house for the voyage would remove the darkness that keeps me from being more intelligent.

No, i'll dream about the huuuUuge wall of text falling over crushing me into tiny letters.

Lol, just kidding bro, you're cool. ;)

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I see what you did there. :ph34r:

No, i'll dream about the huuuUuge wall of text falling over crushing me into tiny letters.

Lol, just kidding bro, you're cool. ;)

LOL! You're like a virtual form of my friends I have in person!

^-Whoops, sorry for my bad grammar. Fix:

"You remind me of a virtual form of the friends I have in person!"

Lol, just kidding bro, you're cool. ;)

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I belive this is the first time in a long time that I've ever read a post by Joe, and I've got to say, it was complete utter shit. I miss the

old suicidal and insane donnie darko Joe.

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you need to explain why. I appreciate you saying what it was, or wasn't, but I'd like to know why. It's a story!

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I was actually just kidding, I'm not a cold-hearted dickfag like Maxx. I enjoyed reading it, but when you were in the sewers, I was waiting for something scary to happen. You're a good writer: very descriptive and ya keep me interrested. Keep em coming Joe.

I saw that. -- Maxx

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I was actually just kidding, I'm not a cold-hearted dickfag like Maxx. I enjoyed reading it, but when you were in the sewers, I was waiting for something scary to happen. You're a good writer: very descriptive and ya keep me interrested. Keep em coming Joe.

Yes please do. I find these essays that you write very compelling and I consider you one of the more valuable members of this community Mr. Joe.

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ahah, thanks Mr. Zombo and Merc273! It was an interesting week this week as well...

I went to my local fitness club, which I will be cut-off membership in weeks. I brought my guitar, which most people NEVER do, even if they had a guitar. People look at me but I try not to care as I walk around the pool. I undress into my swimming suit, apply lotion, and I careless what anyone thinks and I show it by letting myself fall into the pool instead of jumping in. I remove the norms of how people normally act and just be myself. I crawl out of the pool like I'm exhasted in front of everyone but I'm just so laid-back that I don't care. Then, I sing and play my guitar. I'm sorry to talk about myself and seem self-centered but I'm only meaning to share what people might want to read like you, Mr. Zombo! By the way, I am also a very selfless person as I am quite selfish, in good and bad ways. Like, it is only a pleasure to return a compliment to you like what I mean when I say now to you: It's always fun reading your name: Mr. Zombo, Mr. Zombo! I love that name! I love zombies!

Not mention the same day yesterday, prior to being in the sewer, I was on top of yellow monkey bars just chilling, listening to Bob Marley with Chai Tea and dark chocolate, consuming them. It my first time doing that. I just learn not to care anymore when my friends seem not to care much for me, which is my apparent misinterpretation or their lies and cover-ups. One day, I might just lose care in all my fear and make that "leap over a ditch" without professional training, careless of breaking my leg. I already guarantee that I'm losing my fear which is breeding wisdom and carelessness as well as confidence and less stupidity.

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If I became a rapist, that meant my family and friends and the world all of the sudden changed and changed my life by certain ways like maybe they made me eat crap and treated me like crap as I asked, "how did y'all change so fast to just crazy-wild people!?" and they might would have to rape me or something, etc. but since not, well... you know.

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Yes, we know everything.

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can someone sum all of this up?

Chill.

Walk.

Red Truck.

Torch.

Ditch.

Tunnel.

Room.

Tunnel.

Woods.

Walk.

Red Truck.

Friends House.

Sleep.

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Apparently Stabby hates Joe.

Joe, tell us another story!!

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I wonder why it's so hard to understand my story when other people's posts have worse grammar and yet are tangible... oh wait... no one usually posts more than me anyways... *Sigh* I guess I should teach myself grammar one day or sometime soon. Why not now? Because I'm lazy, unwilling, etc. all that.

Chill.

Walk.

Red Truck.

Torch.

Ditch.

Tunnel.

Room.

Tunnel.

Woods.

Walk.

Red Truck.

Friends House.

Sleep.

Actually, it was more like this:

Walk

Cut yard to park

walk to ditch

Red truck

Fake walking away

Truck leaves

Walk back

Go down ditch

Light Torch

Go down tunnel

Scary

Look forward into darkness and backward into dim, blue light

Enter Room

Look around and read

Go back through tunnel

Get out

Walk to friends house; they're asleep

Walk back to park and go through woods

Walk back to house

End

Joe, I hate you so much.

:hide:

Apparently Stabby hates Joe.

Joe, tell us another story!!

Well, that'll have to be in another topic. I one time figured maybe I should open a topic for me to express myself and maybe someone who can add topics to the important topic section or maybe a whole public forum topic just for me to post all kinds of crap I want to post about what I do or did or will do since I do it so much... :friends:

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