Welcome back to Tales of the Lost Mountain Everyone!

Last weeks story I feel went pretty well all in all. Anyway, enough about that, the story today is about the under dark, the world of lightless mysteries and tragedies of unknown proportions.

Let me tell you that the story today definitely has its place in the supernatural, I feel I need to explain something about the mountain that's not quite obvious unless you've traversed the mountain yourself.

The mountain cant just be called a mountain as its so much more than that. Based on the many stories that have been told to me the mountain seems to be a world all its own, from the outside the mountain looks like a lonely peak surrounded by clouds, but once you cross the imaginary line that in all honesty changes every time you enter the lonely mountain it becomes a range of mountains with plains and hills, swamps and caves galore, and from one story an entire ocean full of monster that swallow ships and beasts that make the entire world glow when the sun sets.

The Mountain is an entire world unto itself, mysteries upon mysteries abound, weirdness around every corner.

But those are stories for another time. Todays story is about the dark, the deep, the world of crawling shadows and black as sin air. Welcome to the Moreau Mines. Most Mines never have the issues the Moreau Mines have. In the beginning this was a regular mine, they mined coal the hard way, with pickaxe and manual labor, the business never had enough money to buy the fancy tools but they had enough for good old manual labor. Working in a coal mine is nasty business and it covers you head to toe in coal dust. Most of the time people get some form of black lung too.

So the symptom's went unnoticed for months, it started with a darkening of the skin that was dots black as ink appearing on your skin, no bigger than a need point so you cant hardly see it, especially if your already nasty and covered in dust. The deeper you go and the longer your in the mine the worse it gets, more and more spots appear till your pitch black and smelling like coal no matter what you do, you can scrub and scrub but it never comes off, least you think it wont.

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The first clue anyone had of more issues than stained skin was lumps that were hard as stone that appeared on the stomach, I say they were hard as stone but for all purposes they were lumps of coal adhered to the miners.

The more coal they became the better it was in the mines for them. They could see better and breath better under the earth, hell they even had a small sense of where the coal extended under the ground. They went deep under the ground, deeper than most mines go even, more than five miles below the earth, more and more coal was found, it seemed endless at least till they reached the five and a half mile mark. Then they found IT.

The story gets muddied from this point on because nearly every miner couldn't've spoke any longer, the lungs and vocal cords of the miners had turned to coal by this point. But this part goes something like this.

It was nearing the end of the last shift for the night. A miner that went by the name Craig was wanting to get a little more coal so he could get more money for his family. That's when he broke through the wall. First he smelt it, a putrid rotting smell that encompassed everything. Past the wall was a dark cave of gigantic proportions black as umber night except for lines of red light on the walls. Pulsing and writhing in what seems like excitement. Curious he took a step inside and felt a wet squishy surface under him, crouching down for a closer look he realizes it was flesh.

Oozing exposed flesh with veins of glowing red that pulsed in time with a staccato beat. blood and pus was everywere, on the walls and on the ceiling. Dripping, like stalactites from the ceiling hundreds of feet above. As he went inside the red glowing veins sped up. All converging on the center of the cave where a hanging heart of coal hung.

When you take from the earth it takes just as much from you, beware the heart, or yours will be added to the Moreau Mines.