*CHAPTER THREE – Whispers in the Walls*
The celebration in the training arena had ended, but Dammy's body felt like it had been hit by a danfo bus. His ribs ached, his arms throbbed, and every step was a reminder that survival here wasn't about applause—it was about endurance.
Amara walked beside him in silence, leading him down another hallway in the underground base. The walls here were older, lined with pipes that hissed and moaned as if the building itself were breathing.
"Where are we going now?" Dammy asked, limping slightly.
"To the quarters. You need rest," she replied. "Tomorrow, the real training begins."
Dammy groaned. "That wasn't the real training?"
"No," she said flatly. "That was just to see if you were going to die in the first ten minutes."
They reached a metal door. Amara punched in a code, and it hissed open.
Inside was a small room—bare, but clean. A bed, a shelf, a small desk. The air was cooler here, and for the first time since arriving, Dammy felt… somewhat safe.
"Thanks," he said quietly.
Amara nodded. "Get some sleep. If you hear whispers at night… ignore them."
He turned sharply. "Wait. Whispers?"
But she was already gone, the door sliding shut behind her.
Dammy chuckled nervously. "Probably just trying to scare me," he muttered. But as he lay down, trying to close his eyes, he heard it—soft, almost a breath against the wall.
*Dammmmy…*
His heart skipped.
He sat up straight. "Hello?"
No answer.
Only the slow, dragging sound of something moving… inside the wall.
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He stood up and move closer to the wall placing his ears to the wall just so he can hear anything or wether he was just hallucinating
The wall was cold—unnaturally cold. Dammy pressed his ear gently against it, holding his breath.
At first, nothing.
Then…
*Tap. Tap. Tap.*
Slow and deliberate, like knuckles dragging across stone from the other side. The sound made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Suddenly, the whisper returned, louder this time—closer.
*"He's awake now… just like before..."*
Dammy jumped back from the wall, his eyes wide in panic. "Nope! Nope! Not tonight!"
He glanced around the room, searching for any cameras—maybe this was part of the training? A psychological test?
But then the shelf beside his bed rattled. Not much—just enough to let him know *he wasn't alone*.
He rushed toward the door, slamming his fist on the button. "Open up! I'm not staying in here with whatever ghost just clocked in!"
Nothing.
The door stayed shut.
Then the lights flickered.
One… two… total darkness.
And the voice returned—clear, chilling, and right beside his ear.
*"We remember you, Dammy…"*
Okay you gotta breathe Dammy amara said I should ignore whatever voices I heard within the wall and that's what I'm gonna do he took a pillow from his bunker and cover his ears with it forcing himself to sleep
But sleep didn't come easy, he kept moving side to side, Even with the pillow pressed tightly over his ears, Dammy could still *feel* the whispers—like cold fingers brushing the edge of his thoughts. He turned over again and again, squeezing his eyes shut, muttering, "It's just stress. Just training stress. This place is weird. That's all."
Then silence.
Not peaceful silence—but *heavy*, suffocating silence. The kind that presses down on your chest.
Suddenly, a loud *thud* hit the wall behind him.
He shot up, eyes wide. The room remained dark. His breath came out in shallow gasps.
Then a voice—Amara's—muffled but firm, came through the intercom:
*"Dammy, whatever you do, don't open your door."*
His heart froze.
"But I didn't *plan* on it…" he whispered, backing away from the door instinctively.
*Knock. Knock. Knock.*
Three slow knocks. Measured. Intentional.
And then…
*"It's me… Amara. Open up."*
But Dammy's eyes darted to the speaker again. He had *just* heard Amara tell him not to open the door.
So who—or *what*—was outside pretending to be her?
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Go away I want to sleep these creatures are really desperate he said
A low chuckle came from behind the door—dry, eerie, and too deep to be Amara's.
"Sleep?" the voice rasped, now distorted and crackling like broken radio static. "You think you can sleep... while I'm still watching?"
Dammy stumbled back, his hand reaching blindly for anything to defend himself. His fingers brushed the edge of his boots, then a metal water bottle. He gripped it tightly like a weapon.
"I'm not opening that damn door," he said louder this time, trying to sound confident even though his knees trembled.
Silence again.
No knocks. No voices.
He slowly stepped forward, placing his ear to the cold steel door.
Nothing.
Relief started to wash over him—until he looked down.
A thick black liquid was now seeping in from under the door.
It moved unnaturally—slithering toward him like it was alive. He started searching for something else he can use in the room he found a lighter near the bunker without even thinking twice he lit up the black liquid and there was a loud shriek behind the door
The moment the flame kissed the black liquid, it ignited with a sudden *whoosh*, lighting up the entire room in an orange glow. The liquid didn't burn like oil or fuel—it twisted, convulsed, as if alive. From behind the door came a bloodcurdling *shriek*—inhuman, guttural, echoing through the underground like it was bouncing off a thousand cursed walls.
Dammy stumbled back in fear, the lighter still clenched in his shaky hand.
"What the hell is this place?" he whispered, eyes fixed on the writhing flames.
Then—*bang!*
The door rattled. Once. Twice. Then silence.
Smoke coiled toward the ceiling as the last of the black liquid burned away.
Just as Dammy began to think it was over… the door creaked open *on its own*.
No footsteps. No wind. Just darkness waiting on the other side.
And from within that darkness… came the whisper again.
"You lit the fire… now you've pissed me off even more."
The voice behind the door growled, deeper this time, no longer whispering—it *roared* with venom. Dammy stumbled back, the lighter still trembling in his grip. The black liquid flared up, casting dancing shadows across the walls. The bunker, once dim and quiet, now looked like a hellish prison.
Suddenly—*BANG!*
The door shook violently. Dust fell from the ceiling.
Dammy backed up, heart hammering. *"Okay… okay, maybe that wasn't smart,"* he muttered, eyes darting for anything else to defend himself with.
The whispers returned, but they were louder now. Angrier. Layered.
"Your fire won't save you."
"Your light is nothing."
"He's watching."
Then—silence again.
But this time, it wasn't comforting. It was *waiting*.
From behind the door, something began to *scratch*. Not like nails, more like *bones*. Long and dry. It dragged down the metal in slow, torturous strokes. *Screeeeeeech…*
Dammy turned toward the bunker's main door, thinking of making a run for it. But then—
*Knock knock knock.*
A soft, rhythmic tapping—*not* from the scratched-up door—but from *behind him*.
The wall.
He froze. Slowly turned.
It knocked again.
*Knock… knock… knock.*
And then—*a voice whispered from inside the wall*:
"Let me in…"
Two claws came out from the thick walls of the bunker then a weird shadowy head emerged from the walls moving menacingly towards Dammy before he could blink ( smack) the monster hit him real hard he flew to the end of the room hitting the wall hard and unable to move just before the monster could finish what it started amara burst in with rinu both of them holding a dope looking flame thrower litting up the shadow the flame thrower had blue flames mixed green unlike a normal flame thrower immediately the creature got it it shrieked in agony struggling to overpower the Force of the flame thrower but it couldn't it just struggled until it burnt down into ashes that fades away into nothing
Smoke curled in the air, painting the room in eerie streaks of blue and green. Dammy coughed hard, struggling to sit up where he'd crashed into the wall. His body ached, his ears rang, and his mind was still trying to catch up with what just happened.
"Next time," Amara said, lowering the flame thrower, "*don't light black goo and piss off ancient spirits alone.*"
Rinu chuckled breathlessly, reloading the fuel tank. "Guy, na so you wan take enter afterlife? No training, no resistance pass?"
Dammy blinked, still groaning. "That… thing came out of the *wall,* bro. How do you even fight *walls*?"
Amara helped him up. "You don't fight the wall, Dammy. You fight what's *beneath it*."
Dammy looked at the scorched mark where the creature had burned—nothing was left but a faint black stain and the smell of ozone. His hands were shaking, not just from the fight, but from the realization.
"This isn't just about some haunted bunker, is it?" he asked, his voice low.
Amara and Rinu exchanged a quick glance.
"No," Amara said. "It's about what lives *beneath us all.*"
Dammy swallowed hard. Whatever he thought this was… he had no idea how deep it really went.
Rinu slung the flame thrower over her shoulder and exhaled sharply. "That was a scout. A fragment. If you hadn't lit that goo when you did, it might've possessed the whole damn room."
Dammy wiped blood from his lip. "Wait… *possess?* You're saying that thing could've taken over my body?"
"Not just your body," Amara said, her tone suddenly serious. "Your soul."
That silenced him.
The flickering emergency lights buzzed overhead. A distant hum echoed through the pipes in the ceiling—low, guttural, like breathing. The base felt too quiet now. As if even the air was afraid of what had just happened.
"I need answers," Dammy said. "What *was* that thing? Why me? Why now?"
Amara hesitated, then motioned for him to follow.
They walked deeper into the underground corridor. The walls were lined with faded murals—ancient symbols, broken weapons, and paintings of creatures that looked terrifyingly familiar.
"It's time you knew the truth," Amara began. "Thirteen years ago, the first tear opened beneath Lagos. No one noticed at first. People thought it was gas leaks, missing persons, nightmares. But it was a crack between worlds."
She stopped in front of a large steel door etched with glowing lines.
"That shadow you fought?" she continued. "It's one of many. The thing that hunts you—it knows your bloodline. You're not just some random guy, Dammy. You're part of something much older."
The steel door hissed open slowly, revealing a circular chamber glowing with eerie blue light. In the center was a massive stone tablet, ancient and cracked… with a glowing symbol that matched the mark on Dammy's chest.
He froze. "What the hell is this?"
Amara stepped forward. "This… is where your real story begins."
"You're part of this war," she said. "And whether you like it or not, the rest of them will come."
Dammy swallowed hard, trying to steady his breath. "Okay… So, what do we do now?"
Amara nodded toward the tablet. "Now? We show you what you were born for."eal story could you explain better in a way I can understand I'm literally still trying to wrap my head around how that thing got into the my bunker
Amara turned to him, her face softening a little. "Alright," she said. "Let me break it down simply."
She pointed to the glowing symbol on the stone tablet. "That mark… it's not just a tattoo or scar. It's a *seal*. You were born with it because your bloodline is connected to something powerful. A long time ago, before Lagos even became Lagos, there were beings—*guardians*, chosen by ancient forces—to keep the darkness buried deep underground."
Rinu added, "Those guardians disappeared over time. People forgot the stories. But the evil? It didn't go anywhere. It just waited."
Dammy rubbed his chest where the mark was. "And you're saying… I'm one of those guardians?"
"Not exactly," Amara replied. "You're a *descendant*—the last one, from what we know. That shadow creature? It was drawn to you. It smelled your blood. That black liquid you saw in your bunker? That's not oil or goo. It's called *Void Essence*. It leaks through cracks in our world when the barrier between realms is thinning."
"Which is happening more often now," Rinu said. "And fast."
Amara walked up to Dammy and looked him in the eye. "That's why it came to your bunker. It found a weak spot… and it found *you*. But now that you've survived your first encounter, you're no longer just a target."
"You're part of this war," she said. "And whether you like it or not, the rest of them will come."
Dammy swallowed hard, trying to steady his breath. "Okay… So, what do we do now?"
Amara nodded toward the tablet. "Now? We show you what you were born for."