Kamaru had a hard time finding out the details he wanted to from the locals since the history of the area had been passed down only through spoken word. It wasn’t hard to find people willing to tell him the stories of the local area and the people that had lived there for the last few generations, it was harder to differentiate when hearing the story multiple times with differences what was real. In the cases that they didn’t, he’d simply just ask people telling the stories to find out the reasoning behind why people stated what they did. Finding out the history of the people in the area seemed to boil down more to gossip and people talking bad about each other whenever an incident popped up. Talking to the surviving fifteen about the incident was out of the question since their family and close friends prying into things already had put them in states of confusion, frustration, paranoia, or panic. Investigating the homes of the dead miners from the following morning was something Kamaru was still waiting for response back from by midday.
He had some information but he was uncertain what good it would do. The area had been for several decades back a small farming community but with water supplies from a local river becoming scarce when the river diverted in another direction after a storm due to changes to the landscape they opted to attempt herding goats, yaks, and llamas. Regionally it seemed to be an economic problem so when a company came in wishing to mine in the hills initially the people in the region dismissed the idea as disrespectful to the old ways and the lands that given them so much over the years. Over time though with prospects dwindling this small village opted to test the waters. They and the company were both surprised how profitable it had been over the years.
Various ores and semi precious metal veins were found while mining the surprising part was the veins not drying up quickly. After mining in the area for over five decades they had several generations of miners that had work the mining operation. While the conditions weren’t the best the company often attempted to make things as safe as possible, health conditions of someone working in a mine though for twenty plus years usually ended with someone retiring, being fired, or quitting due to not being able to do the work, it was the long term health conditions that went along with the job that seemed to make people quiet in the end. Having heard the company being outsiders and had eventually resorted to try and bring in temporary workers after the incident seemed a last resort since they had no idea what had happened in the mines having found nothing in their investigation. But five dead having been driven crazy was something they couldn’t ignore.
What Kamaru had found out about the surviving miners seemed to be a dead end of sorts since “the whisperings” they had heard had spooked them, not enough to kill someone or themselves but considering others had done just that it added to their confusion wondering if given time they’d end up having the same fate. Visiting the four miner’s homes that had committed suicide Kamaru didn’t know what to make of it. Some had had families that they had driven from their home, others came back to their home in solitude and quiet reflection and all seemed to be dealing with seeing something they couldn’t explain which lead them all to the same end. The four men’s home all had varing degrees of the same thing, notes to journals to writing on the walls for ‘the voices’ to stop. Kamaru wasn’t sure if they were hearing them when they killed themselves or if hearing them in the mine burn the memory of them into their head which seemed to play over and over in their mind.
The miner who had killed someone and ended up taking his own life had the most extreme examples. Notes and the remains of methods to silence the voices were littered around the disheveled home. From mounds of cotton to left over wax to what looked like several long sharp bloodied objects were scattered about the main areas on the house. The only real clue was a recollection of the initial incident. Scribblings really trying to piece together what had happened and why, what he was going through before he died.
The notes seemed to speaking of a vibration in his head and the miner with him stating as such and agreeing. Asking the other if they had said something and suddenly shouting for the other to shut up had them both realizing it was neither of them talking. Running out finding others along the way having them follow suit had mixed ideas. This person writing his mad scribblings wondered if this was a punishment from the spirits in the Earth for defiling it. Hearing his fellow miner to start repeating what the voices were saying scared and angered the man. Could the other man make the voices stop? He killed him not really understanding why, wondering if it was jealousy, maybe he thought the man was possessed by the voices. What really disturbed Kamaru was the finish realization of the man driven crazy. Wondering what exactly the voices were looking for since they were asking where something was. He had no idea and he didn’t want to know it seemed. Realization later he had killed one of his fellow miners, a friend, and brother of sorts be became greif stricken, not really knowing what to do he tried to silence the whispers but making himself deaf didn’t silence the voices letting him know they were in his head. He had taken his life as a last resort fearful the voices may take him over as they did his fellow miner or at least that’s what Kamaru was assuming.
With word coming back into time the Foreman from the company was in town having gotten a message from Kamaru that he wanted to talk though seemed a cross in the roads. The man was maybe fifteen years Kamaru’s senior. He was a large man slightly overweight but his mass seemed more imposing that overweight. He shook Kamaru’s had and thanked him for coming out and offered to help any way he could. From what he told Kamaru they sent in people afterwards and the voices weren’t heard as the miners had stated. Not knowing what they men had heard but finding no proof was an odd place to be in. They needed to get the mine up and running. The temporary workers they brought in finally bolted at the first sounds of whispers.
Kamaru sighed before rubbing his face. He was out of places to look and investigate he thought besides the one place no one wanted to go. ”You mind if I check out the Mines myself to find out what may be doing this?” Kamaru finally asked looking the man head on. Kamaru expected the reply and the cynicism. The company didn’t mind if the people didn’t but they did not want to be liable if Kamaru went insane or if he did anything detrimental to harm the companies assets at the mine or the local community.
Kamaru knew whatever was down there wanted something, a way to get out possibly? Some dark secret it wanted to keep hidden? Something stolen? He’d find out later himself. He just had to search through the darkness alone in a series of mineshafts… what’s the worse that could happen… besides dying.
He had some information but he was uncertain what good it would do. The area had been for several decades back a small farming community but with water supplies from a local river becoming scarce when the river diverted in another direction after a storm due to changes to the landscape they opted to attempt herding goats, yaks, and llamas. Regionally it seemed to be an economic problem so when a company came in wishing to mine in the hills initially the people in the region dismissed the idea as disrespectful to the old ways and the lands that given them so much over the years. Over time though with prospects dwindling this small village opted to test the waters. They and the company were both surprised how profitable it had been over the years.
Various ores and semi precious metal veins were found while mining the surprising part was the veins not drying up quickly. After mining in the area for over five decades they had several generations of miners that had work the mining operation. While the conditions weren’t the best the company often attempted to make things as safe as possible, health conditions of someone working in a mine though for twenty plus years usually ended with someone retiring, being fired, or quitting due to not being able to do the work, it was the long term health conditions that went along with the job that seemed to make people quiet in the end. Having heard the company being outsiders and had eventually resorted to try and bring in temporary workers after the incident seemed a last resort since they had no idea what had happened in the mines having found nothing in their investigation. But five dead having been driven crazy was something they couldn’t ignore.
What Kamaru had found out about the surviving miners seemed to be a dead end of sorts since “the whisperings” they had heard had spooked them, not enough to kill someone or themselves but considering others had done just that it added to their confusion wondering if given time they’d end up having the same fate. Visiting the four miner’s homes that had committed suicide Kamaru didn’t know what to make of it. Some had had families that they had driven from their home, others came back to their home in solitude and quiet reflection and all seemed to be dealing with seeing something they couldn’t explain which lead them all to the same end. The four men’s home all had varing degrees of the same thing, notes to journals to writing on the walls for ‘the voices’ to stop. Kamaru wasn’t sure if they were hearing them when they killed themselves or if hearing them in the mine burn the memory of them into their head which seemed to play over and over in their mind.
The miner who had killed someone and ended up taking his own life had the most extreme examples. Notes and the remains of methods to silence the voices were littered around the disheveled home. From mounds of cotton to left over wax to what looked like several long sharp bloodied objects were scattered about the main areas on the house. The only real clue was a recollection of the initial incident. Scribblings really trying to piece together what had happened and why, what he was going through before he died.
The notes seemed to speaking of a vibration in his head and the miner with him stating as such and agreeing. Asking the other if they had said something and suddenly shouting for the other to shut up had them both realizing it was neither of them talking. Running out finding others along the way having them follow suit had mixed ideas. This person writing his mad scribblings wondered if this was a punishment from the spirits in the Earth for defiling it. Hearing his fellow miner to start repeating what the voices were saying scared and angered the man. Could the other man make the voices stop? He killed him not really understanding why, wondering if it was jealousy, maybe he thought the man was possessed by the voices. What really disturbed Kamaru was the finish realization of the man driven crazy. Wondering what exactly the voices were looking for since they were asking where something was. He had no idea and he didn’t want to know it seemed. Realization later he had killed one of his fellow miners, a friend, and brother of sorts be became greif stricken, not really knowing what to do he tried to silence the whispers but making himself deaf didn’t silence the voices letting him know they were in his head. He had taken his life as a last resort fearful the voices may take him over as they did his fellow miner or at least that’s what Kamaru was assuming.
With word coming back into time the Foreman from the company was in town having gotten a message from Kamaru that he wanted to talk though seemed a cross in the roads. The man was maybe fifteen years Kamaru’s senior. He was a large man slightly overweight but his mass seemed more imposing that overweight. He shook Kamaru’s had and thanked him for coming out and offered to help any way he could. From what he told Kamaru they sent in people afterwards and the voices weren’t heard as the miners had stated. Not knowing what they men had heard but finding no proof was an odd place to be in. They needed to get the mine up and running. The temporary workers they brought in finally bolted at the first sounds of whispers.
Kamaru sighed before rubbing his face. He was out of places to look and investigate he thought besides the one place no one wanted to go. ”You mind if I check out the Mines myself to find out what may be doing this?” Kamaru finally asked looking the man head on. Kamaru expected the reply and the cynicism. The company didn’t mind if the people didn’t but they did not want to be liable if Kamaru went insane or if he did anything detrimental to harm the companies assets at the mine or the local community.
Kamaru knew whatever was down there wanted something, a way to get out possibly? Some dark secret it wanted to keep hidden? Something stolen? He’d find out later himself. He just had to search through the darkness alone in a series of mineshafts… what’s the worse that could happen… besides dying.