Sanctum

After falling into a newly discovered tomb, a man begins to write letters to his lover, in the hopes that she will rescue him before the madness of the tomb sets in.

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1. Sanctum

I hear them whispering in the cracks of the wall. They say to give up hope and just let go, but I know you’ll find me. I know you wouldn’t let me die here, not like this. I need to say goodbye to you, tell you I love you and that everything I said to you before was wrong. You are important to me, more important than this tomb or the gold or the fame. I should have told you that.

***

They tell me you hate me, the ones behind the walls; they say such hateful things. I thought I heard you before; that you were one of the voices. I know you would never do that really, but this place gets inside your head. At times I see the shadows dance and crawl along the walls. They won’t get to me though; I built a wall of torches surrounding me. I have matches and glow sticks when they die out too. Hopefully you’ll get here before I have to use them.

***

I think the room has changed since last I looked; I’m almost certain there wasn’t as much sand. Maybe it has fallen from a cave in you caused; you always were a clumsy one. You never liked me calling you that, said you thought it was me blaming you but I would never do that. Not anymore.

***

I hope you come soon; I’m not sure how long this water will last. I can hear the drip of something nearby but I am almost certain it is not water. This tomb would never be so kind. I have found my treasure by the way. It sits in the middle of the room I lay in now. It’s smaller than I thought; actually it’s just one idol. A small golden statue siting in the centre of the room; it stares at me. I think it wants to kill me.

***

I should have never left you last night; I should have stayed and watched you sleep. I’m sorry I am so greedy. You know how much this tomb meant to me though. My face would be on the cover of magazines across the world; yours too of course. I miss your face and the brightness of your eyes; I hope to see it soon.

***

The whispers tell me you have left; please tell me they are wrong. It was only last night I left you; I think. Time seems to be different down here. It seems to move along in hours not seconds, but also stand still for days on end. Please find me soon; I feel I am losing my mind.

***

My darling, my love; I have never called you those names but how I wish I would. The whispers in the cracks mock me; I swear they have stolen my voice. I hear our argument played over and over. I hate myself for saying such awful things to you. I hate myself for bringing you to tears, but at least I get to hear your voice again.

***

I do not wish to find this idol anymore. I wish to go back to last night and have you slap me and tell me I’m wrong. There is no treasure down here and I will tell myself that until I know it to be true; even if the idols eyes burn into mine.

***

The idol is small; I don’t think I would have got much success from this find. I should have gone to Egypt and searched for long lost seagull skeletons; I would have probably gotten more fame from that. I think it reads my thoughts; I feel its anger every time I curse it. Please find me soon.

***

I think I saw your face a few moments ago. I’m sure I saw you peering down the hole in the ceiling. I hope you watch your step unlike me. I wouldn’t want you to fall like I did. Not unless you brought a ladder or some rope. Even then the ceiling is so high up. I’m sure you weren’t alone before either; I saw many faces cover the hole. I wonder why you didn’t shout down to me? I know you saw me; I saw the smile across your faces.

***

I wonder what this idol is protecting? Surely that is what it is doing now. It’s turning me crazy so I don’t find the real treasure. I will find it, I promise you that. That’s all I care about now. I must find the treasure; I must make this torture worth it. If you find me now I will hate you forever. I do not wish to leave this tomb a failure. I hope you do not find me.

***

I have not left this corner for days now. The fire on the torches still burn as bright as they did when I first lit them; I do not question it. I have scatted the matches across the ground, hopefully you will see one when you pass the hole. They do not burn out either. I think I may be dead.

***

I guess I am another part of this tomb now. Cursed to lay here waiting for somebody to find me. The voices tell me that’s why they are here. They are just like me; trapped souls. The idol still stares at me and I have found that I cannot stop staring at it. Now that the room is bright I find myself wondering about almost constantly. Its eyes follow. The shadows do chase after me anymore; I have stopped running. Find me or not, I do not seem to care.

***

The idol is mine now and all that lies in the grave beneath it is a corpse; maybe it is mine. The eyes of the idol follow me no matter where I place it or what direction I turn it; strange little thing.

***

I hear you coming for me now. I knew you would find me; I knew the voices were wrong. It is strange though, I feel as if I belong in this room now. At times I long to leave but at times I wish to become a piece of the treasure and wait to be discovered by the next wondering traveller; maybe that will be you. Either way we shall claim them and keep them here to be our friend. If it is you I will never let you go again.

***

I hope you are here soon, I feel as if I have heard you coming for a long time now. I know you are getting closer; you keep getting louder and louder. The idol is excited too; I feel it growing warm with pure joy. Its eyes do not watch me anymore, but stare just below the grave. I miss its eyes now.

***

You must have found a different route to mine. I hope that yours is much safer. The voices are growing silent now; I think you scare them. I cannot wait for you to find me; I have gathered up all of my belongings. I can’t wait to see your face when you see me. I think I will cry. I do wonder though; how did you ever manage to find your way beneath me? And why do your footsteps sound like scratches against the sand? 

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