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My brothers were both working, and my Dad was typically busy, so I decided to go looking for a cave, or something, somewhere I'd never been before. I looked around the Outback, but I'd explored that top to bottom, I wanted something new, something exciting. I was about to head back, disappointed, when I came across a manhole. The manhole wasn't sealed like the others, it was pried open. Back then, I thought nothing of this, how foolish I was. I turned on the night vision on my camera, and headed down.
There was little light, so the night vision was my only sense. All I could hear was water, dripping. Drip. Drip. Drip. It was enough to drive a man insane. I walked further, looking at my camera all the while. That's when I stood on something, it had a different feeling to the floor, it felt soft. I used my camera to look at what it was. It
I dropped the doll, and decided I'd keep going, after all, most manholes link to other manholes at some point, and these manholes always had little slots in them that let light though. From there, it would just be case of pushing it open and running home. After a few more minutes of walking, I heard something else, it wasn't the dripping, it was louder. I've re-watched my video over and over since this day, and I've concluded it was footsteps. Now there are many creatures in Australia that could fall down a manhole, then panic and start running around.
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