I don’t know what is going on. They were there today, but didn’t say anything. The hole is still open, and nobody wants to get close.
Sunny day, typical for this time. The sounds were all wrong, and with it, the disturbed town couldn’t sleep.
At 3 o’clock in the afternoon the whole town shuts down because of the heat, waiting for the afternoon to retake the day, as the temperatures become better.
But the sound!! It was never like that. The continuous hiss that could be heard all around, and that was coming from the mining facilities that gave life to the town, had suddenly changed to a continuous and loud roar coming from the tunnels closer to the parking lot.
There was a hole that opened like by magic, right over the main tunnel underground. Like a vent hole for the tunnels, only this one wasn’t made by them. Instead it was created by? No answer.
There were stories. There were complains over the operational systems. There were old tales about monsters, spirits and curses. There was a lot of talking in town; but nobody wanted to get close to the hole, and nobody wanted to go into the main tunnel, to see what could be learned from looking at the hole from the bottom.
Perhaps the noise that has been never there. Maybe the natural fears of the unknown. Whatever the reason, nobody wanted to investigate, and just spent their time talking and complaining about everything.
The noise, a loud roar coming from inside the main tunnel, wasn’t made by the machinery there, but rather came from the walls of the tunnel, as if a monster was preparing to come through the walls, destroying the tunnel and killing everyone that dared to be there.
They were afraid. They never considered the resonance from the generators installed underground, that now had an open vent with the just created hole by the continuous vibration of their eternal running. Vibration that loosened the ground over the main tunnel, creating a displacement of the dirt, which simply started to slide until a hole to the surface was created. Then the change in direction of the sound waves from the generators that made them change the sound that could be heard. From a hiss to a roar; a change in natural insulation that the ground around created.
The town was talking about gremlins and witches from the past; about an old curse and the return of the spirits of those who died at the mining facilities.
Quick talking…slow investigation…a thousand possibilities presented…none of those real. By the time the official investigation was completed, and the sound and the hole clearly explained, another story for the generations to come was created, set in place, and become another point in the fame of the mine with many strange and inexplicable occurrences.