The Depths an exciting horror story - stories library


 

A cloth of mist draped over the promenade and enshrouded the red brick lift shaft in front of them


 The glossed red doors to the entrance were locked

 Vonnie shivered and flung her scarf end over her shoulder


 The guy from Blackpool Civic Trust had said seven o'clock, and it was twenty past

 She felt Jez's glare almost melt the side of her face

 

  

 “This was your chuffing idea

 I shouldn't be exposed to weather like this

 Blackpool prom in February?


 Damp castles I can handle, but I can't feel my bloomin' feet Von

” He blew into his cupped hands and stamped his feet theatrically

 

 “He'll be here

 Stop moaning

” 

  

 She wondered where the Civic Trust guy was


 He had seemed keen for Slightly Haunted to feature the Cabin Lift

 He had contacted them, he would turn up surely? A burst of music came from Vonnie's bag


 As she grabbed for her phone she saw a man in a white shirt approach from across the road

 “Just a text, I'll get it later, he's here now

” Jez was holding his mobile;

 it was probably another snipe about the cold


 Typical psychic, she thought; a prima-donna


 He always complained on their fact gathering trips but insisted on coming every time

 

  

 The small lean man beamed


 “Hello there, I'm Edward, pleased to meet you


 If you'd like to follow me I'll take you down now

” Edward rooted round in his sack-like pockets and pulled out a huge bunch of clanging keys


 Jez tutted and rolled his eyes

 

 “In your own time, it's not as if we've been stood here long is it?” Jez rolled his eyes and tutted

 Edward didn't seem to notice, and waved the key around with triumph a few minutes later

 

  

 Jez's mouth by this point resembled a cat's backside

 He folded his arms with a loud sigh

 Vonnie chuckled as Edward unlocked door and swung it open


 It creaked and scraped the floor

 Jez lagged behind as they entered the windowless corridor

 It wasn't completely dark outside yet

 The surrounding mist made Vonnie feel wrapped in cotton wool

 It was a relief to step into the echoing entrance

 Ahead stood the lift door, vintage but in pristine condition

 Jez shifted his weight between his feet and held back as Edward ushered them into the open mouth of the lift

 

  

 “So, who was it that designed this place?” She smirked at Edward

 

 “It was a gentleman called John Charles Robinson,” he replied

”It was built in 1930

 As you can see it's designed to carry folk down Bispham cliffs to the lower promenade


 It's not used anymore, shame really

” He slid the concertina lift door shut with a clatter

 Inside the light glowed amber

 Vonnie made a mental note of the architect's name


 Edward leaned past Jez who took a step backwards

 He pressed a button and the squealing of old mechanisms began as they journeyed slowly down

 

  

 “Yes he designed quite a few of the art deco buildings in Blackpool, Bispham library, Stanley Park cafe, amongst others


 This is his least known work

” He carried on


 “He was and still is a much undervalued artist

” Vonnie hoped this architect wasn't so undervalued that he wasn't on Google

 It did seem creepy enough in here though, so the night-vision cameras would have the desired effect if she could make sure there were no light in the lift

 

  

 “Could the lights be turned off with the lift still running?” Jez jumped in with the question before she could ask


 Edward turned slowly to the lift controls and smiled mischievously

 

 “Of course,” he said

 The lift went black

 

 Vonnie felt her stomach suddenly rise to her throat as the lift dropped

 A shriek came from the lift mechanisms above


 Her fingers pressed against the icy metal box around her as she grasped for purchase

 It sped up

 Faster and faster they plummeted

 

 “No help help stop!” Jez screamed

 On and on they plunged

 Then it stopped


 Vonnie crashed to the floor and felt Jez land on her leg

 

 “You lunatic what are you doing?” he screeched at Edward

 

 “Put the lights on Edward please” Vonnie said, her voice wavering

 There was no response


 Jez pulled Vonnie's arm and clung to her

 The sound of the waves smashing against the sea wall grew closer

 

 The sea grew louder

 Vonnie felt the box begin to sway as if engulfed in the tide


 The acoustics inside the metal casing sounded hollow

 As if they were submerged


 Jez shrieked and threw himself around the metal box hammering the walls with his fists

 Vonnie felt cool wetness touch her foot, seeping through the lift door


 She sobbed and curled into a ball, rocking gently back and forth with the sound of the water trickling inside

 

  

 The lights flickered and filled the box

 Silence

 Vonnie looked at the bone dry floor and stood up quickly


 She scanned around then looked at Jez's puffy red face

 They were alone

 Jez whimpered and began to wail


 Vonnie yanked the lift door open and ran through the dark tunnel to the door; Jez clung limpet-like to her arm


 They crashed through the wooden doors back outside to the lower promenade


 For a few long seconds they stood under the cool moonlight and stared at the tide far in the horizon

 Beyond; the damp empty beach

 A screeching gull broke the silence

 

  

 Without looking back, they ran to their hotel

 

  

 Jez and Vonnie sat opposite each other in the Hotel bar

 Neither could make eye contact

 Jez held his brandy glass so tightly his knuckles blanched

 

 “It was a clever trick

 Hilarious

 Well they got us good and proper, they've made it on to the next series,” he mumbled

 

  

 Vonnie threw her vodka down her throat in one action, and then thrust her phone in Jez's face

 The last text, from the Civic Trust, said; 

  

 7

24pm: SORRY CAN'T MAKE IT TONIGHT

 REGARDS, FRANK