"The Thing in Chimney Seven" | Creepypasta Storytime

there are nine of them total nine massive concrete chimneys sticking out of the landscape like candles on a birthday cake up until my last week the scariest thing about them was the Deep booming noise they sometimes produced which shook the ground the ferocity of a subwoofer cranked up all the way they'd spout out one at a time like geysers releasing pressure I'd walk the perimeter and there went chimney 3 followed by chimney 5 and then suddenly chimney 8 and nine would go together that's as weird as it got before I noticed the thing in jimy

7 I want to make it clear from the get I have no idea what the chimneys do or why they're here they're alone in a fenced off field with no buildings in sight there are three padlock doors on opposite ends of the property and Roads made only from the flattening effect of tires on grass the one nearest to chimney 7 being overgrown I think there must be bunkers beneath my feet although I suppose the doors could also lead to storage sheds it's hard to tell and I've been told not to ask why are the chimneys

there is this some sort of nuclear power plant are they testing sound cannons are they part of an experiment pressure valves from a dormant super volcano I don't have answers to those questions I wish I did but I'm just a temp anytime I've tried asking I've been told the answers were on a need to know basis and all I needed to know was that the chimney needed patrolling and that patrolling them was my job that and Reporting anything unusual the first few weeks were fine it took a bit of adjusting especially to the noise the

first time I heard the boom I was so scared I nearly peed myself I thought something had gone wrong and that the whole field is about to collapse I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating but really put yourself in my shoes you're minding your own business when your temp agency calls in the middle of the night is an employer offering twice your hourly rate on the condition that you leave immediately it's the new moon right so you drive 30 Mi out of town in complete darkness you get there there's only one guy there to greet

you tells you their their patrolman never showed up for a shift tonight gives you the job makes you sign a non-disclosure agreement tells you to walk around the field climb the chimneys radio and anything strange that's it he leaves you there you start to walk it's the dead and night no traffic complete and utter silence and then suddenly boom is terrifying I tried to radio it in but it took half an hour to find a spot where the connection was strong enough to hear the reply that's normal keep patrolling that's what they told me cold

clinical straightforward each subsequent boom made me less and less nervous but I never quite got out of the Split Second of dread they caused it's because they came at random there's no way to brace myself if you know every single garbage bin might have someone in it waiting to jump out at you but you don't know which or when that spike in your heart rate will be a lot higher I'm not here to tell you about the booming noises I'm here to tell you about chimney 7 chimney 7 was just like all the others I'd

say it was approximately nine maybe 10 stories high there was a graded and in places Rusty spiral staircase circling around it all the way to the top I could tell you the exact circumference but it was it was it was wide enough that you'd be able to drop a car into the hole without hitting the sides took approximately 6 minutes to climb the stairs and only five to get back down that's about resting up until my last week chimney 7 was no different from the others and then came the night where everything changed it was

cold enough that I could see my breath and halfway through my shift I'd grabbed an old baseball cap from the back of my truck to keep my head warm nothing special just a green cap with phto dito printed on it yeah I know showing my age although i' never seen smoke coming from the chimneys despite me calling them chimneys that evening as I approached chimney 7 I spotted a small wisp of smoke billowing through the air since it was my job to report anything unusual I tried radioing out but all I heard was static could

have been farther from the spot my signal normally goes through if I'd been actively trying to avoid it so I decided that if I was going to make the effort to walk all the way back better make damn sure I had something to report began climbing the steps around chimney 7 as I did I heard a low growl stopped me dead in my tracks closed my eyes and I listen but I couldn't pinpoint The Source figur it was the sound of the great buckling in the cold maybe scraping against the concrete wall but the closer

I got to the top the louder it got once I reached the topmost platform I realized it was coming from the chimney something something mechanical I figured probably malfunctioning to boot I figured I'd have a look into the chimney the I was reluctant you know see I never tried before nor have I been instructed to do so I mean I suppose I could have but those damn Sonic like booms made me nervous all those nights in the dark made my imagination run wild and I had this Vivid unshakable mental image that if I crane my

neck and looked into the hole the chimney would boom and my head would just be blasted straight off my neck with that fear very much at the Forefront of my mind I gripped the edge of the chimney and shyly poked my head over just enough to be able to see there was nothing but Blackness beyond the top few stories Blackness and a a symphony of wind howling through the tunnel with a growl that seemed to cycle from low to high to low again as though the chimney were a sleeping snoring giant no sooner had I

popped my head in that I pull it back out and that was enough bravery for one night I climbed down and hurried to the radio spot giving my report while it did sound like the signal went through I I never got a reply the next night I wasn't quite as reluctant to look into chimney 7 all evening I kept tabs of which chimney had been booming and good old seven hadn't done it once I figured it really was defective and therefore safe I climbed the stairs to the same growly tune and I peered inside pushing

my head in further than I before a gust of wind coming from deep below flung my cap in the air and Out Of Reach it spiraled its way down the chimney like a helicopter seed disappeared from sight I wasn't fond enough of the captic contact the employer and beg for it back but I wished I had something to stay warm I flicked my flashlight on and moved the beam in circles if only to see what had become of it but the light the light couldn't penetrate far enough to see the [Music] bottom oh well again

I went back to the radio hot spot and again I mentioned the dysfunctional chimney still no reply something told me to steer clear of Chimney 7 and I listened to my guts for as long as I could I'd Circle close but not too close to it examining it from the Vantage points of Chimney 6 and 8 I did this for three nights until I received my direct deposit paycheck and felt guilty about not doing my job before my next shift I I bought a heavy duty flashlight and then and I headed straight for chimney 7

the light reached considerably farther down to ground level I think but even so I I couldn't see the bottom what I could see however was that at about three stories down just below where my original flashlight stopped working I discovered scratch marks I mean I guess I guess they could have been anything even with 2020 Vision it's hard to tell a scratch from say a scratch shaped graffiti all I know is there was something marking up the walls all along the circumference I mean I was already spooked from the scratches so I don't know if

if what I saw next was my mind playing tricks on me but as I panned the halo around I caught something on the farthest side it was it was some sort of long black shape as soon as my light hit it two bright spots reflected back at me and momentarily blinked at me by the time my vision finally cleared and I looked again there was nothing but concrete below took all my strengths to finish my shift I just had to remember the dollar signs that came with the mounting Terror they somehow convinced me I was

imagining things all the chimneys were quiet and I found myself dreading the silence more than I dreaded the booms it was raining hard which might explain why as I walked past chimney 7 I couldn't hear the growl I'd become accustomed to I didn't want to go up but I I couldn't neglect my rounds again it wouldn't be right I was was careful the whole way hand clinging to the guard rail as I navigated the slippery circular staircase every step seemed to make the whole thing shake and I was afraid the rusted metal would break once

and for all I was suddenly very aware of my added weight well with the water having seeped into my clothes fortunately the structure held even though its integrity was in question as I reached the platform at the top I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief but but something caught my eye while I was trying to catch my breath the rim of the chimney was broken large pieces of concrete littered the platform I I didn't need a flashlight to see the scratches this time as I glanced into the chimney I found deep gouges scratched

up the wall all the way to the top three on each side with a fourth that seemed to come from a different angle the cuts were deep and purposeful like like desperate fingers raking a Cliffside as as a hiker clung for dear life whatever it clawed its way up machine animal or I didn't want to think of the Alternatives it was now Somewhere Out There in the dark and its grip was strong enough to break concrete I hadn't had enough everything about this damn job put me on edge and even though there was a reasonable

explanation maybe the gouges had been made by a a grappling hook or a device to slide down the chimney from the top like the the ones window cleaners use I was done I was D O N E Done as much as I wanted to run down the staircase and back to my truck the rain was still coming down in sheets and the last thing I needed was to slip and crack my head open so I I went slowly and methodically and then suddenly my worst nightmare came true the stairs shook violently I I didn't mean

that there was a gust of wind that made them Jitter I mean they were they were shaking my stomach dropped to my feet as I imagined whatever had created those deep Cuts in the chimney was now climbing up towards me the metal screeched as it bent a sound far far more unsettling than growling coming from a chimney and a sound more grounded in reality and in danger I screamed and hung onto the railing for dear life and then then I felt a pop not not in my body but against my body but through the metal

pop pop pop the bolts connecting the hinges to the chimney were falling out one by one through the Heavy Rain I could have sworn I heard a scream like a coyote and then staircase went still I was out of breath I was I was on my knees arms wrapped around the railing and paralyzed with fear I could tell the structure was no longer safely fastened to the tower as was swinging in the wind but I couldn't see the extent of the damage it took me a few minutes to gather the courage to start moving my

White Knuckles stiffly releasing my death grip it should have taken 5 minutes to get back down but I spent 15 longest 15 minutes of my life I could hear the staircase shifting as I slowly made my way from step to step hoping it would hold and trying not to shift my weight and throw everything off kilter I didn't know how many bolts were left or if my weight could make the others come out as I neared the bottom I saw the final flight had been pulled from a chimney it was now suspended in the air

the handrail was warped outwards and undulated in Parts like a bent twist eye it was still too high to jump off so I had to climb down as the stairs rocked like a ship in a storm Solid Ground never felt more solid until I saw something out of the corner of my eye and the bottom seemed to drop out from under me between Chimney 6 and 7 I found a baseball cap it was shredded but there there was no mistaking the pho Dao logo on it it was mine around it were long narrow Footprints about

the length of my arm with branches stretching out in four different directions like Talons I didn't wait around to see what had left them it's been 2 months since that night I haven't gone back I I keep receiving paychecks like clockwork every two weeks there's another direct deposit in my bank account I don't know if it's to buy my silence or or if there's just no one left to take me off the payroll hey there kids it's me Mr K pasta and I just wanted to tell you thank you so much for watching tonight's video

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