um encanador experiente aceita o trabalho de sua vida reformando a Mansão do Magnata da Música P Diddy luxo, riqueza e
extravagâncias eram esperadas, mas o que ele encontrou foi muito além disso e muito mais sombrio
um túnel subterrâneo escondido sob a propriedade revelou segredos que desafiam a razão cadeiras manchadas de sangue caixas de órgãos e
uma presença aterrorizante que parecia observá-lo a cada passo quando as portas se fechavam atrás dele a única coisa que ele sabia
era que o trabalho não deveria ter sido aceito o que Diddy estava escondendo naquela casa e por que ele nunca poderia esquecer
o que ele viu é exatamente o que você descobrirá no vídeo de hoje, mas primeiro
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A história começa assim: Nunca pensei que um trabalho que parecia tão comum ou tão difícil de fazer
pelo menos tão simples poderia se transformar em uma experiência que eu levaria comigo pelo resto da minha vida na época
2015 trabalhei como encanador especializado em instalações de luxo não era qualquer
Encanamento, você sabe, a empresa para a qual trabalhei atendia os mais ricos dos ricos, mansões, propriedades insanamente caras.
coisas que você só vê na TV ou em revistas e, claro, quando ouvi que o próximo trabalho era para Diddy, o magnata da música, eu
estava animado e intrigado o trabalho era ambicioso mas nada fora do comum para nós Diddy queria instalar
duas pias feitas de mármore raro importado de um lugar que eu nem conseguia pronunciar
forts de ouro maciço incrustados com cristais Swarovski e jacuzzi de mármore
decorado com pedras preciosas e iluminação de LED você sabe quanto custa só o
as matérias-primas custam mais do que o preço da casa onde moro, apesar de
glamour aparente desde o começo algo parecia diferente eu tinha trabalhado
nas casas de pessoas ricas antes, mas a energia nesta casa era diferente e
curiosamente não foi a primeira vez que minha empresa realizou um serviço naquele endereço que o antigo proprietário tinha
nos contratou para fazer alguns ajustes no encanamento, nada comparado ao que Diddy queria agora, é claro, quando conseguimos o
ligue para diddy não se conteve ele queria tudo rápido perfeito e exclusivo
o prazo era apertado mas ele pagou bônus gordos para compensar parecia um
emprego dos sonhos, bom salário, cliente famoso e a chance de trabalhar em algo único
mas no fundo havia algo que me deixava desconfortável, talvez fosse o momento inicial
briefing com meu chefe ele nos pediu para continuar o trabalho discretamente não faça perguntas apenas faça o trabalho e deixe-o
era uma instrução comum em projetos de luxo, mas havia um tom em sua voz que parecia quase cauteloso.
sentindo-me melhor quando chegamos na propriedade antes mesmo de entrar percebi que isso não era comum
Guardas armados da mansão patrulhavam a entrada e o jardim enquanto câmeras de segurança monitoravam cada canto que não era
só a presença deles era a forma como nos olhavam como se estivéssemos sendo avaliados o tempo todo quando entrávamos
fomos levados diretamente para o porão, não para a sala principal, não para um espaço de exposição onde normalmente instalamos
coisas caras fomos conduzidos a uma escada que parecia levar a um lugar completamente isolado do resto do
casa e então comecei a me perguntar por que alguém gastaria tanto dinheiro em tal
instalações extravagantes em um lugar que ninguém jamais veria enquanto descíamos as escadas, senti um arrepio percorrer meu corpo
espinha o tipo de sentimento que você não consegue explicar mas que te diz que algo não está certo é claro que tentei ignorar
eu tinha um trabalho a fazer afinal a primeira coisa que me chamou a atenção quando nós
desci para o porão era a porta não era uma porta comum parecia
algo que você encontraria em um bunker militar ou em um cofre de banco, um enorme pedaço de metal preto com dobradiças reforçadas e um
fechadura que parecia algo saído de um filme de espionagem era pesada e intimidante
como se estivesse ali para guardar algo importante ou manter algo trancado
os seguranças que nos conduziram não disseram uma palavra, mas um deles girou a roda de aço da porta com facilidade
que parecia não natural quando a porta finalmente se abriu ele fez um longo e baixo
soou um riacho metálico que ecoou nas paredes do corredor atrás dela
a visão que nos esperava era inesperada e de certa forma perturbadora. O porão estava
não como qualquer outro que eu tinha visto antes, não era uma sala de armazenamento ou uma adega como seria de se esperar em uma mansão como esta
nível era um vasto espaço quase cavernoso iluminado apenas por lâmpadas fluorescentes frias
luzes que brilham esverdeadas sobre tudo logo na entrada havia um bar perfeitamente montado caro
garrafas de bebidas perfeitamente alinhadas refletiam a luz, mas algo parecia
as garrafas estavam lá, mas não havia sinais de uso recente.
sem óculos, sem vestígios de alguém realmente usando aquele espaço, era como um cenário
lindo mas vazio de vida no centro da sala havia dois brilhantes
postes de aço eram impecavelmente polidos como espelhos e imagens de boates imediatamente vieram à mente uma vez
novamente o lugar parecia feito para impressionar, mas não para ser usado pela ausência de qualquer
o movimento humano deixou o espaço com uma sensação de abandono, mas não do tipo usual que era
an intentional abandonment as if that place was waiting for something or
someone then there was the smell a faint but unmistakable odor something metallic
mixed with damp and mold old it was subtle enough not to be immediately obvious but present enough to be
annoying I took a deep breath trying to get used to the heavy air as my eyes
roamed the room one of the security guards nodded indicating the next room
and we followed as we progressed things got stranger the hallway leading to the
next room was lined with a material I didn't immediately recognize it was
black matte and seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it walking there was
like entering a tunnel that refused to let the light fully penetrate when we reached the end of the
hallway another door was waiting for us this one was even more robust than the previous one with scratch marks on its
surface as if something or someone had tried to force it from the inside out my
heart started to beat faster and I swallowed hard trying to ignore the growing discomfort
the security guards opened the door and we entered the room where the jacuzzi would be installed the contrast with the
rest of the basement was shocking the floor was shiny white marble with gold
details that reflected the light but the space despite its ostentation felt wrong
the walls were covered in the same matte black material as the hallway and there were subtle marks that I only noticed
after a while scratches as if someone had tried tried to get out of there but in a frantic desperate way I couldn't
help but imagine what could have happened in that space as we unloaded the tools I noticed a detail that made
me uncomfortable there were cameras installed in every corner but they weren't ordinary security cameras they
were smaller more discreet pointed directly at the ground as if the objective was to monitor what was
happening there and not who was coming or going a chill ran down my spine why
would someone need so many cameras in a hidden basement and why spend so much on
such an inaccessible place I was trying to shake these thoughts away when I heard something it
was a low almost imperceptible sound like a distant whisper I looked around
expecting to see one of the security guards or co-workers but they were busy with equipment no one seemed to have
heard I took a deep breath and went back to work but that sound stayed with me it
was as if the basement itself was alive watching my every move I was alone in
the basement when things started to get weird my team had already finished unloading tools and left leaving me in
charge of installing the first sink I prefer to work alone on these more delicate Parts but that day the silence
was deafening while adjusting the sink base something on the floor caught my attention attention it was an area
slightly different from the rest of the marble almost imperceptible to the naked eye but it gave a slight click under my
weight at first I thought it was just a natural irregularity in the floor but as I moved the sensation repeated itself a
kind of flexibility that didn't make sense in a material as solid as marble curiosity began to take over I put down
my tools for a moment and took a few steps around the area the sound intensified
and so did my concern who puts an expensive floor on top of such an unstable structure I knew something
wasn't right but I still had no idea how it would change my perception of that work and that
place I returned to the facility trying to ignore the feeling that the floor
might give way at any moment and of course that's exactly what happened with
the weight of my body in one specific spot the floor literally collapsed beneath me my right leg was swallowed up
to the knee and the impact was so sudden that it left me stunned [ __ ] I screamed
trying to pull my leg back the marble around the opening had sharp edges and my pants got stuck my heart raced as I
struggled to free myself worst of all the ground below did not appear empty
there was something solid and cold down there metal perhaps and the echo of the impact gave me a sense that the space
below was much larger than expected after a few minutes I managed to free
myself and backed away from the hole panting I looked around expecting to see
one of the security guards appear to ask what had happened but no one came the house was silent except for a
low constant sound almost like an electrical hum with my heart still
racing I took my flashlight and sha it into the hole what I saw inside left me
even more confused it wasn't simply empty space or a floor in the structure it was a tunnel it stretched far beyond
what I could see by flashlight and the walls were made of a material completely different from Marble something gray and
metallic with marks of heavy use additionally there were metal tracks on
the ground like those in a mine or an underground transportation system the
buzzing sound seemed to come from inside the tunnel and it wasn't just that if I paid close enough attention I could hear
something else voices they were distant muffled but definitely human I had to
make a decision I could just cover the hole and go back to my work pretending nothing had happened but curiosity that
damned curiosity didn't let me do that I grabbed my flashlight rested it on the
edge of the hole and leaned over to try and get a better look the air coming out
of the tunnel was different hot humid and with a metallic smell that made me
think of blood I thought about calling someone from the team or security but something
told me that wouldn't be a good idea it was as if that place had a secret something that no one wanted discovered
then against my better judgment I began removing the loose pieces of marble
around the hole widening the opening until it was big enough for me to climb
down my every movement seemed Amplified by the silence around me when I finally
finished the opening was big enough for me to fit through I took the ladder we
had used to carry the tools and positioned it in the hole my heart was racing but a part of me already knew I
needed to see what was down there as I began to descend the sound of voices
became clearer these were not normal conversations they were Whispers as if
several people were talking at the same time but in such a low tone that it seemed to be done on purpose I didn't
know what I expected to find but one thing was certain that job which seemed
so simple was about to turn into something much much bigger when I finally climbed down
through the opening the air became heavier it was damp almost suffocating
and carried a strange smell it wasn't just mold or dirt it was something
metallic combined with a subtle but nauseating sweetness something inside me
screamed to go back but it was too late the tunnel was surprisingly wide and
well constructed the walls weren't makeshift like you'd expect in a typical
basement they were made of polished concrete with a finish so perfect that they looked like the work of Highly
qualified professionals on the floor running along the entire length of the tunnel were metal rails it was not
something decorative but functional as if something or someone was
transported there as I explored the buzzing sound grew louder it was
constant like the noise of Machines working in the distance mixed with the muffled sound of voices the voices were
disconcerting they weren't clear but they were real blending unsettlingly with the echo of my footsteps I kept
moving forward my heart racing with each step the flashlight only illuminated a
few meters ahead so the rest of the tunnel remained shrouded in Shadow as if it was hiding something the heavy
silence was interrupted only by the sound of voices and humming which seemed to draw me into the unknown that's when
I reached the first Fork to the left the tunnel extended even further but seemed
to plunge into an even deeper Darkness to the right there was a
door it was similar to the steel door I had seen in the basement of the the house but this one was different it was
worn with deep scratches on the surface as if something had desperately tried to
get out of there what made me even more uneasy was the smell coming from that
direction it was Stronger almost suffocating something metallic and
Ferris blood I took a deep breath and approached the door feeling every muscle
in my body tense when I grabbed the handle it was cold so cold that I almost
let go in reflex for some reason the door wasn't locked this bothered me
deeply such a heavy door in such an isolated place should have been protecting something important but it
opened easily as if it had been waiting for me when the door finally gave way a
metallic Creek echoed through the tunnel the light from my flashlight revealed a large but completely empty space or so
it seemed at first glance the wall were concrete marked by scratches similar to
those on the door the floor had dark stains which I preferred not to inspect
closely in the center of the space there was an object that made my stomach turn
a chair it was a sturdy metal chair with leather straps attached to the arms and
legs clearly made to immobilize someone I hesitated but moved closer the
flashlight illuminated dark spots on the leather straps and armrests of the chair I knew knew what it was before I even
bent down to take a closer look it was blood dried blood which had accumulated
there long enough to deeply stain the material my hands started to shake my
instinct told me to get out of there immediately but something made me keep looking around in the opposite corner of
the room there was an object that seemed out of place in that environment an old
television the kind with a picture tube like the ones used in the80s it was covered in dust but
something about it seemed wrong the TV was on there was no sound just a dark
screen with slight interference I looked around trying to understand how this was
possible there were no visible wires or plugs no power source it was as if it
was running on its own as I stared at the screen I had the feeling that
something was watching me it wasn't just paranoia it was as if the environment at
self was aware of my presence as if I had invaded a space that wasn't mine I
tried to step back but my eyes were stuck on the TV for a brief moment
something flashed on the screen an image I couldn't make out but it was enough to
make my heart race and my mind panic I left the room quickly leaving the door
open behind me my instinct said it was better not to lock it as I walked back
into the main tunnel my heart was racing Ing and my entire body felt like it was
on high alert I knew I needed to get out of there but something in the back of my mind told me there was still more to
discover and unfortunately for me I couldn't resist the idea of
continuing after leaving the room with the chair my body felt tense as if
something invisible was pressing down on me with every step even though everything in me screamed to turn around
my curiosity kept p pushing me forward a strange mix of Fascination and Terror I
followed the main tunnel trying to ignore the distant sound of voices that now seemed clearer it wasn't an ordinary
conversation it was as if several people were murmuring at the same time but in such low tones that they blended into
something almost incomprehensible it was mesmerizing and scary at the same time then I spotted a
new door this one was different from the previous ones smaller more worn but with
similar deep scratch marks it looked older as if it had been there for decades neglected and forgotten the
metallic smell which before was just uncomfortable was now unbearable a suffocating mixture of blood rust and
humidity with a shaking hand I opened the door this time the sound was louder
a grinding sound that seemed to Echo endlessly through the tunnel the room on the other side was larger than the
previous one but what caught the most attention was the center in the middle
of the room there was a long steel table lit by a single lamp hanging from the
ceiling the lamp swayed slightly casting Shadows that seemed to move on their own
across the walls on the table there were various instruments knives soars
tweezers arranged in impeccable order but with clear signs of recent use some
were stained with something dark which I preferred not to inspect closely the walls of this room were different
instead of smooth concrete they were covered with something that looked like leather or perhaps rubber there were
marks that indicated that something or someone had been dragged or pushed against them repeatedly the most
disturbing thing however was in the corners of the room there were four small Chambers like niches built into
the walls and each one had something that gave me goosebumps in the first chamber there
was a chair similar to the one I had seen before but with the straps clearly worn from use in the second a full body
mannequin completely covered in Black fabric with cut marks on the surface it
was grotesque and inexplicable but somehow it seemed studded the third
chamber was what completely paralyzed me there was a set of clothes hanging all
perfectly folded a white dress still clean seemed to shine in the dim light of the lamp but it was the fact that
they were arranged like a memorial that gave me chills and the fourth chamber
almost completely dark seemed empty at first glance but when I shine my flashlight inside I saw something that
made me recoil a mask it was no ordinary mask it was made of a dark material with
exaggerated human features like a distorted face Frozen in an expression
of agony me my legs shook as I tried to understand what I was seeing why did
this place exist who used these objects and for what the connection with Diddy
started to feel more direct this wasn't just some random underground area this
had a purpose and that purpose was not good at all as I Was preparing to leave
the room something happened that almost made me lose my balance a sudden loud
sound like metal being dragged against the floor echoed through the tunnel I turned towards the door pointing the
flashlight but I didn't see anything that's when I realized I wasn't alone anymore the sound of metal being dragged
reverberated through the tunnel each Echo seeming closer than the last my
heart was beating so fast I could barely think I looked back at the Eerie room I had just explored and forward toward the
dark unfamiliar tunnel there was no path that seemed safe to me then something
moved in the in the distance I couldn't identify what it was but the shadow was quick almost imperceptible disappearing
around a bend in the tunnel I lay still trying to control my breathing and
resist the urge to drop everything and run I knew that if I did that I would probably get lost in that maze I needed
to continue the light from my flashlight shook along with my hand as I continued
down the tunnel the metal railings on the floor were now partially covered in dirt as if they hadn't been used in a
while but the sounds I'd heard before the voices the buzzing indicated that this place was still very active after a
few minutes I saw another door this one was different from all the others I had encountered it was smaller made of dark
weathered wood almost out of place among the concrete and metal but the strangest
thing was the symbol engraved on the wood a kind of circle with crossed lines
almost like an emblem I didn't recognize the symbol but something about it made me uneasy like I
was looking at something forbidden the handle was old bronze and cold to the
touch when I turned it the door creaked open revealing a room very different
from the previous ones this one was larger with walls covered in shelves that went from floor to ceiling the
shelves were full of black boxes all identical stacked meticulously as if
someone had spent spent hours organizing everything the environment was silent
but there was something oppressive there the light from my flashlight seemed dimmer as if the boxes were absorbing
some of it the air was even heavier with that same metallic smell now mixed with
something slightly sweet that only made the nausea worse my mind was in chaos
trying to understand what those boxes could contain the only way to find out was to open one I hesitated for a moment
but curiosity overcame fear again I chose a box in the lower corner
of the nearest shelf it was made of sturdy cardboard but there was no inscription or label to identify the
contents when I opened it I found something that made me freeze at the top
there was a photo the image showed a middle-aged woman white hair cut short
with a forced smile on her face his eyes however told a different story there was
something deeply disturbing about that look empty almost resigned underneath
the photo I found a CD in a transparent envelope it had no markings just the
smooth silver surface reflecting the flashlight light my mind began to formulate questions that I didn't want
to answer what was on that CD why was he there I continued rumaging through the
box and found papers documents with text but the writing was almost illegible as
if someone had scribbled it hastily when I lifted the papers something slipped and fell to the floor
it was a plastic bag I bent down to pick it up and when I shined the flashlight
my stomach dropped inside the bag was a tuft of white hair tied in an elastic
band the hair was identical to the woman in the photo underneath the bag I found
a another piece of plastic smaller but equally disturbing fingernails small pieces of human nails
cut and carefully sealed I dropped the bags and walked away from the box
panting I didn't want to look anymore but I knew there were other boxes there
all holding similar Secrets or perhaps worse I turned to leave but something
stopped me in the absolute Silence of the room I heard a low continuous sound
it wasn't the buzzing sound I'd heard before it was a laugh the low continuous
laughter that echoed through the room seemed impossible there was no one around at least no one that I could see
still the sound was there permeating the heavy air as if the walls were
amplifying it it was a soft laugh almost childish but with something distorted as
if it had been manipulated or corrupted I swallowed hard trying to regain
control not knowing what to do I left the Black Box room closing the door
behind me as if that could keep the sound inside but he didn't stop the
tracks I had seen before continued through another tunnel and with no other choice I began to follow them the light
from my flashlight seemed dimmer than ever as if the tunnel itself was draining its energy each step made my
feet Echo and that sound the laughter seemed to follow me growing fainter and
fainter but still present like a mocking ghost after walking for a few minutes I
saw something up ahead it was a metal cart parked exactly in the middle of the
tracks it was old rusty and looked like it had been abandoned a long time ago
but as I got closer I realized it wasn't empty inside the cart there were clothes
lots of clothes clothes my heart raced as I illuminated the contents the clothes were varied jeans t-shirts
dresses and even cold coats some looked freshly washed While others were torn or stained with something I didn't need
much to identify as blood at the top of the pile a dress caught my eye it was
black with white details I recognized the embroidered flower pattern immediately I didn't know where but it
looked strangely familiar like something I'd seen before or maybe on the news maybe in a photo there were also shoes
men's boots women's sneakers and even children's shoes the sight of them made
my mind spin it was no longer a question of curiosity or fear it was a
confirmation I wasn't dealing with something ordinary these clothes these objects belong to people real
people I began to rumage through the cart hesitantly but I couldn't stop it
was as if each piece of clothing pulled me deeper into an abyss I couldn't understand then at the bottom of the
cart I saw something that made me immediately recoil a stain it was big
and fresh blood my body went on high alert I needed to get out of there but
when I turned around the sound came back not laughter but a rhythmic noise like
footsteps steady slow and coming towards me I raised the flashlight but the
tunnel was empty still the footsteps continued closer and closer louder and
louder I started to back up but I tripped over the cart and almost fell
the noise stopped the tunnel was silent again but now it seemed even more oppressive then something unexpected
happened one of the dim overhead lights which I hadn't even noticed before
flickered and then went out completely Darkness took over the space
leaving me me with only the weak light of the flashlight it was at that moment that I heard it not laughter not footsteps but
something that made me freeze in place a voice you shouldn't be
here it was short Husky and seemed to come from all directions at once my
heart stopped for a moment but before I could react something slammed into the cart sending it moving across the tracks
and disappearing into the darkness I ran I no longer cared about what was there
nor about the Curiosity that had brought me to this point I ran without looking back without trying to understand what I
had heard or seen the only thing I knew was that I needed to leave I ran with
all my might the tunnel tracks serving as a guide as the darkness around me seemed to grow with each step my chest
was burning my mind was in complete chaos and the only thing keeping me going was the need to get out of there
as quickly as possible but the tunnel seemed to have no end the the dim light of the flashlight illuminated only a few
feet ahead and the feeling that something was behind me was
overwhelming every sound my footsteps my breathing even the distant echo of the
cart I had left behind seemed Amplified as if the tunnel was mocking
me after what seemed like hours I saw something familiar up ahead the opening
I had made in the ground the staircase was still there partially lit by the dim
light from the basement above my entire body seemed to go into shock with relief
but before I could reach the stairs something happened that stopped me in my tracks the sound returned it wasn't
laughter nor footsteps but the humming sound I'd heard since the beginning only
now it was much stronger as if the tunnel itself was vibrating the air grew
heavier hotter and a feeling of pure Terror washed over me so I saw it where
I had come from a shadow began to form it was not a person but a tall indistinct figure with slow fluid
movements it had no face but it seemed to look directly at me as if studying me
I didn't wait to find out more I climbed the stairs as quickly as my tired body would allow each step feeling like a
challenge when I reached the basement I pulled the ladder up pushing the loose marble back into place in an attempt to
seal the hole the basement seemed even darker than before the fluorescent lighting cast Shadows that moved subtly
as if the entire Place were alive I grabbed my tools and ran towards the metal door that brought us to the
basement when I finally reached it I realized it was a jar the security
guards were outside and when they saw me they exchanged quick and serious looks
one of them approached placing a hand on my shoulder did you finish the work he
asked his voice low and almost threatening I nodded yes not knowing
what to say he didn't seem to believe it but he let me pass without further questions the last thing I heard before
leaving was the sound of the metal door closing behind me a heavy bang that
reverberated throughout the house when I got to my car my hands were still
tremendo tanto que mal consegui colocar a chave na ignição o caminho para casa era
um borrão de pensamentos e imagens confusas que eu não conseguia apagar da minha mente a cadeira
as caixas o carrinho a sombra nos dias que se seguiram a realidade do que eu
tinha visto começou a se estabelecer em minha mente, mas nunca fez sentido, era impossível
nada naquela casa era normal e eu sabia com uma certeza perturbadora que Diddy estava ciente de tudo, talvez ele
foi o arquiteto por trás daquele horror ou talvez apenas um ocupante que encontrou utilidade no que já estava lá? Tentei
contei a história para algumas pessoas, mas ninguém acreditou em mim, alguns riram, outros disseram que eu
estava inventando com o tempo parei de tentar mas ainda sonho com isso
túnel aquelas vozes e aquela presença sombria que me observava enquanto eu fugia eu
não sei o que foi, mas tenho certeza de que não foi uma coisa humana e o pior de tudo
toda parte de mim ainda se pergunta o que teria acontecido se eu tivesse ido mais fundo
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