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Violet
Jack?
Jack
Shit.
Violet
Jack, Come in.
Jack
I heard the static on the radio echo down the hall. Great. Just what I needed. Yeah, I'm here.
Violet
You're a few minutes late for your report. Is everything all right? You're sneaking around again, aren't you?
Jack
I paused for a moment. They. They didn't know what happened here, so they weren't watching me right now. The footage I saw in the hidden room must be a recording. And when they Come down for the next person to take my spot. That's when they see what really happened. Good. That gave me time.
Violet
Jack?
Jack
Yeah. Yeah, everything. Everything is alright. Mission success. I thought I'd start on cleanup duty before the report.
Violet
Okay, good. Anything else to report?
Jack
No, everything is fine.
Violet
I'll let you get back to cleaning up. Are you still good for our nightly chat later?
Jack
Yeah, yeah, I'll be there.
Violet
Alright, I'll talk to you later.
Jack
No worries. Talk. Then I quickly ran back to cell block B. I needed to fix this now. If I didn't fix this, the bodies will just keep piling up in there. Shit. How was I gonna fix this? I placed my hands on the door, hoping that that could push it back in. Nope. Shit. I just needed to push it in a little bit more. Just to open the door properly. Come on. Think. Hang on. Wait there. There are a few metal pipes back near the elevator. I could use one of them to push it back in. Racing back to the elevator area, I scanned for something sturdy enough to fix the door. My eyes landed on a massive pipe. Probably part of the old building's plumbing system. It. It was heavy, but it seemed perfect for the job. Straining a bit, I managed to lift it and quickly made my way back to the door. I could feel my heart pounding as I prepared myself. What was about to happen? The noise. God, the noise was going to be deafening. But I had no other choice. I took a deep breath. I gripped the pipe tightly, ready to swing with all my might. Ah, shit. The pipe clattered to the ground as I clenched my ears in agony. The sharp, piercing sound left my ears ringing so intensely that I instinctively covered them with my hands. I. I knew it wouldn't stop the ring. But I had to try something, anything, to ease the pain. The noise seemed to echo inside my head, and the pressure from my hands was the only small comfort I could find in that moment of intense discomfort. Checking the door, I noticed it had moved slightly. Okay, good. It was a start, but I needed to hit a few more times. I rushed into the bedroom, grabbing a pillow and some duct tape. MacGyver in a helmet out of a pillow might look ridiculous, but the desperate times call for desperate measures. Alright, Looking good. With my special helmet secured, I went back to the door and swung the pipe again. Thankfully, the makeshift padding helped muffle the sound. With each swing of the pipe against the damaged door, the vibrations shot through my hands. It hurt like hell, but I had to keep going. My makeshift helmet, though it's ridiculous, did its job. It Protected my ears so I could focus. Finally, the door started to give way. Just as I was about to swing again. I paused to catch my breath. I heard a distant banging, echoing my own. It wasn't coming from the door I was working on, but somewhere deep in the bunker. I froze, piping mid air, listening. There. There it is again. A clear, deliberate banging. As if someone or something was trying to communicate. Was. Was I imagining things again? I decided to test it. I hit the pipe against the door in a pattern. Three quick hits. And waited. Nothing. I shook my head, thinking it was just my imagination. But as I put my helmet back on, I heard it. Three bangs in the same pattern. I wasn't alone, though. The banging came from within the cell. The door started to budge more with each strike. Yes. Finally, the door. The door was open enough to get through. But what I saw on the other side was worse than I had imagined. The cell was a mess. Signs of a struggle everywhere. This was different from the other cells. I had to clean up. But questions raced through my mind about what had happened here. Or why the door was damaged from the inside out. I glanced at the other door, the symbols. Whatever was behind that door was strong enough to damage a metal door. And if they can damage a metal door so easily, then what the hell is this door made out of? Wait. Was the banging coming from the other side of that door? I hit the pipe against the floor in the same pattern as before. And I. And I waited. I pressed my ear against the door. It startled me, but the banging wasn't coming from the door. It directed me to the hatch in the ceiling. Oh, thank God. It's only them. Oh, good. Everything is going to be ok. I walked back to the communications room and tested cellblock B's door controls. Yes, everything was working fine. I sat back in my chair, looking forward to speaking to Violet. Violet, you there?
Violet
Hey, Jack. Yeah, I'm here.
Jack
How's it all going out there? I kind of need something to keep my mind busy down here.
Violet
Honestly, not much, really.
Jack
Nothing? Come on, there's gotta be something.
Violet
Hmm. Let me think.
Jack
Come on, give me something.
Violet
Well, there was this small street fair last weekend. Lots of food, stalls, live music, your kind of scene.
Jack
My type of thing. Sure. What was it like? Did you eat anything good there?
Violet
Maybe I did. There was this one stall with the best apple pie.
Jack
Oh, nice apple piece. And I could go for a slice right about now. But I'm kind of stuck with this chicken and rice. Yippee.
Violet
You should have been here, Jack. It was absolutely Divine. The crust was so flaky and the filling was the perfect balance of sweet and tart.
Jack
Damn, I really miss all the good stuff down here. What else did you try?
Violet
Oh, you wouldn't believe it. I also got to try some amazing Polish pierogies.
Jack
Pierogies? What are those?
Violet
Oh, Jack, you're in for a treat. Pierogies are these wonderful little dumplings that are filled with all sorts of delicious stuff. The ones I had were filled with a savory mix of potatoes and cheese. They were boiled first to cook through, then lightly fried to give them this golden crispy texture on the outside.
Jack
Ah, okay, so they're like potato dumplings they then.
Violet
Right, exactly. But so much more when you bite into one. The filling is creamy and rich and the dough is just the right thickness. Not too heavy, not too thin. They usually serve them with a dollop of sour cream or sometimes sauteed onions and bacon bits on top.
Jack
Oh wow. That sounds incredible. I've never had anything like that before. Kinda makes me wonder, like what other things I'm missing out on.
Violet
You really have to try them, Jack. There's something so comforting about them. It's like a hug in food form. Next time we get the chance, we'll find a place that makes them and I promise you'll love it.
Jack
Alright, I guess I'll hold you to that.
Violet
You won't regret it. And who knows, maybe we'll even find some more of that apple pie when you're out.
Jack
You're really gonna make these four months feel like forever. Appreciate it, but keep the outside stories coming. What about the music? Was there anything good?
Violet
Actually, yes. There was this new band that reminded me a bit of your playlist. I might have taken a video, but. Oh wait, I can't send it to you. Too bad.
Jack
Really? Wow. Okay, that hurts. Can you at least play the music so I can hear it? I haven't heard anything but my own singing voice down here.
Violet
I guess I can.
C
Looking for a place to stand in the sunshine for a long, long time I've been looking for a place to drive my car and I won't let it up I look for sun comes up I'm just watching something good right now. If I look for solar cars on my own and I won't give it up I look for new ways to live my life and then never go back I look for a real big feeling again and I won't let it up I look for a place to call my home and then make it some city I'm Just looking for something cool right now. Out.
Jack
Oh, man. Thank you so much for that. You have no idea how much I needed it.
Violet
It's the least I can do. Maybe when you're out, we can go together. You can show me what good music really is.
Jack
It's a date then. I'll. I'll hold you to it.
Violet
A date? Um. Jack?
Jack
Oh, shit. Sorry. I didn't know why I said that.
Violet
No, no, it's fine. It's just.
Jack
I get it. Sorry. Sorry. That was really stupid, Jack.
Violet
It wasn't stupid. It just caught me off guard, that's all.
Jack
Yes. Sorry. I guess I'm not great with words sometimes.
Violet
You don't have to apologize. We all say things without thinking sometimes. But. Jack, is there something on your mind? You've been different lately.
Jack
Different how?
Violet
I don't know. A little more closed off, maybe. I just wanted to make sure you're okay.
Jack
Yeah, I'm fine. Just got a lot on my mind, that's all.
Violet
You know you can talk to me, right? I'm here for you.
Jack
Yes. Yeah, I know. I know. It's. It's just. It's just something so hard to talk about.
Violet
I get that. But maybe talking about it even a little, could help. You don't have to keep everything bottled up.
Jack
It's not easy, Violet. There's stuff from before. Things. Things I'm not proud of.
Violet
We've all got things we're not proud of, Jack. But that doesn't mean you have to carry it alone.
Jack
Yeah. There was this one time I. I made a mistake. A big one. Someone. Someone I cared about got hurt because of it. I've been trying to make up for it ever since, but it's hard to let go, Jack.
Violet
I'm sorry you went through that. But you're not that person anymore. You've grown. You've changed.
Jack
I want to believe that. I do. But. But sometimes it feels like no matter what I do, it's not enough to make up for it.
Violet
You can undo the past, Jack, but you can learn from it and keep moving forward. And you don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you.
Jack
Jesus. Yeah. Thanks, Violet. I just. I just don't want to burden you with my problems.
Violet
You're not a burden, Jack. We're friends. That means we share the good and the bad. I want to be there for you, just like you'd be there for me.
Jack
I appreciate that. I just. I just don't want to drag you into my mess.
Violet
You're not dragging me into Anything. We're just talking. And I'm glad you're opening up, even if it's just a little. It's a step.
Jack
Yeah, maybe. It. It still feels strange, though, like. Like I shouldn't be talking about it.
Violet
It's okay to talk about it, Jack. You're allowed to share things with people who care about you. You don't have to carry everything on your own.
Jack
Thanks, Violet. I just don't want to mess things up. I don't want to mess things up between us.
Violet
Like you won't. Jack. Just take it one day at a time. And remember, you don't have to do it alone. Listen, Jack, I have to go. All right? I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?
Jack
Yeah, yeah, yeah. No worries. I'll talk to you then.
Violet
And, Jack, stay safe. We need you focused down there.
Jack
Always am. Thanks, Violet. God damn it. Why did I let it slip? I've managed to keep it buried this whole time, and now with one stupid conversation of let it all come pouring out, and for what? Some false sense of relief? That's not how this works. Telling her doesn't change anything. It doesn't erase what happened. It doesn't make me a better person. And what if she sees me differently now? What if I've ruined things between us? I had no right to put that on her. She deserves better than that. Better than me. She's always been there, always trying to make things easier. And how do I repay her? By dragging her down with my crap? Stupid, stupid, stupid. I should have just stuck to talking about the street fair, about the music or anything, but this? Now it's out there, and there's no taking it back. I've crossed a line I swore I wouldn't cross, and now I'm stuck with this sick feeling in my gut. I'm not supposed to do this. I'm not supposed to lean on her. I'm supposed to be the one keeping it together. I can't afford to be weak. Not here, not now. And what if I've just made it harder for her? What if she starts worrying about me more than she should? I don't want to be another problem she has to solve. I don't want to be a burden. Taking a deep breath to try and calm myself down, I tried to focus on the task at hand. I walked to the kitchen to grab a plate of chicken and rice. Oh, God damn it. I knew I shouldn't have opened my mouth to Violet. What the hell was I thinking? God damn it. This pit in my stomach. So ashamed but my mind, it. It just keeps drifting back to that secret room. I. I just discovered. I know I'm not supposed to, but. But I have to see what's in there. Maybe that might distract me. As I filled my plate, Violet's words echoed in my mind. She had warned me not to investigate further, insisting that some secrets were better left untouched. But my curiosity was overpowering. And I couldn't shake the feeling that something crucial was hidden within that room. With my plate in hand, I. I checked if the room to the secret room was still closed. It was. It seemed like the only way in and out was through the vent. I needed to find out what was happening before all of this. So I finished my meal and I crawled through the vent again. I gathered all the journals and spread them out in the communications room. At least I had something to read while I'm down here. See? Where should I start? Hmm. This one looks like a good place. Simon Miller, 17th of March, 1954. Let's see what you're up to, Simon. Here I am, one month and eight days into my bunker. Stay. The days are blurring together. A mix of routine checks and the constant hum of machinery. It's strange how quickly you adapt to the rhythm of a place like this. How the extraordinary becomes ordinary. I found myself missing the oddest things, though. I missed the smell of rain, the buzz of a busy street, and believe it or not, catching up on how the Dodgers are doing this season. I've been spending most of my time down here, messing with the equipment, reading, jotting down whatever data I could gather and trying to figure out the core. That thing's like a puzzle inside a riddle. It's seriously fascinating. I couldn't shake the feeling that it was hiding something huge. Something really game changing down here. The solitude can really start to weigh on you. Being cut off from the world, it's easy to feel a bit lost in your own thoughts. Yet there's this one part of the day that changes all that. It might sound strange, but I've started to really look forward to our evening chats. We talk about everything, from everyday stuff to deeper questions about why we're here. It's. It's surprising how just talking can make you feel less alone and make the silence here seem less intimidating. Violet has. Violet has really become our lifeline in this isolation. Wait. What the hell? I looked over and quickly read over the other date entries. There it is. Again and again. Violet. I grabbed the other journals. 1962, 1955, 1940, even back to 1920. 2 Violet.
Violet
Jack, are you there?
Jack
Bunker 8 written and edited by Dean Smyth. Story by Dean Smythe starring Laura Hamilton as Violet and Dean Smythe as Jack. Looking for Something Good was performed by the Horse Willies. If you enjoyed Bunker eight, then please leave a review and follow the Midnight Mystery for more.
Bunker 8 - Season 1, Episode 5: "Echoes"
Release Date: October 15, 2024
Hosted by: The Midnight Mystery
In the gripping fifth episode of Bunker 8, titled "Echoes," listeners delve deeper into the enigmatic and claustrophobic world of one of Earth's most classified military outposts. Hosted by The Midnight Mystery, this episode continues to follow Jack, a seasoned Australian ex-soldier, as he navigates the treacherous and secretive environment of Bunker 8. The episode masterfully intertwines suspense, psychological tension, and dark mysteries, keeping listeners on the edge of their seats.
The episode opens with a frantic Jack finding himself unexpectedly trapped within Bunker 8.
Jack [00:00:00]: "Oh God, oh God, oh God. What the hell am I gonna do?"
A heavy metal door slams shut, initiating a lockdown protocol that Jack did not anticipate. Isolated from his colleague Violet in the communication room, Jack's panic quickly turns into determination as he seeks a way out.
Jack [00:02:15]: "I needed to think clearly and use what I had in the room."
Surrounded by surveillance equipment, monitors, and classified documents, Jack methodically searches for an escape route. His frustration mounts as he uncovers only cryptic notes in the journals until a hidden panel reveals a narrow passage.
Jack's discovery of the hidden passage marks a pivotal moment in the episode. Crawling through, he emerges near Cell Block B, where he witnesses disturbing signs of struggle and damage.
Jack [00:06:21]: "The door to Cell Block B was bent outward towards me, as if something or someone tried to barrel through it."
As the bunker begins to shake ominously, Jack races to the communications room, only to face a series of challenges in unlocking Cell Block B. His attempt to manipulate the door with makeshift tools introduces a blend of resourcefulness and desperation.
Amidst the chaos, Jack reconnects with Violet, offering a brief respite from the tension. Their conversation, filled with mundane topics like street fairs and delicious foods, provides a stark contrast to the unsettling events in the bunker.
Violet [00:06:21]: "You're a few minutes late for your report. Is everything all right? You're sneaking around again, aren't you?"
Jack's candidness about his struggles begins to surface, hinting at deeper emotional layers.
Jack [00:20:24]: "I want to believe that. I do. But... sometimes it feels like no matter what I do, it's not enough to make up for it."
This interaction not only humanizes Jack but also underscores the psychological strain of his isolation and the burdens he carries.
As the episode progresses, Jack's internal conflict becomes more pronounced. His attempt to maintain composure falters as he grapples with past mistakes and the fear of becoming a burden to Violet.
Jack [00:19:53]: "I've made a mistake. A big one. Someone I cared about got hurt because of it."
The conversation with Violet serves as a catalyst for Jack's emotional breakdown, revealing the profound impact of his mission on his mental state.
Driven by a relentless curiosity and the need for distraction, Jack revisits the forbidden secret room. Here, he uncovers a series of journals spanning decades, each entry hauntingly echoing his own experiences.
Jack [00:22:15]: "Simon Miller, 17th of March, 1954... I found myself missing the oddest things, though."
The repetitive mention of Violet's name across various journals hints at a long-standing connection and raises questions about the nature of the bunker and its inhabitants.
Jack [00:27:24]: "Wait. What the hell?"
This discovery deepens the mystery, suggesting that Violet's presence in Jack's life may not be as straightforward as it initially seemed.
As Jack delves deeper into the journals, the recurrence of Violet's name across different time periods suggests a possible cyclical or supernatural element within Bunker 8. The episode builds suspense as Jack pieces together fragmented histories, alluding to untold secrets that the bunker holds.
Jack [00:27:24]: "I grabbed the other journals. 1962, 1955, 1940, even back to 1920. 2 Violet."
The unresolved mysteries leave listeners questioning the true purpose of the bunker and the nature of the "assets" Jack is tasked to oversee.
"Echoes" masterfully blends psychological drama with an overarching mystery, leaving listeners eagerly anticipating the next episode. The episode concludes with Jack's realization of the depth of secrets within Bunker 8, setting the stage for further explorations into the facility's dark past and the enigmatic presence of Violet.
Jack [00:27:34]: "Bunker 8 written and edited by Dean Smyth... Looking for Something Good was performed by the Horse Willies."
The closing lines reinforce the haunting atmosphere, leaving a lingering sense of unease and curiosity.
Episode "Echoes" of Bunker 8 delves deeply into Jack's psyche while unraveling layers of mystery surrounding the bunker. Through intense character development and suspenseful storytelling, The Midnight Mystery delivers a compelling narrative that captivates both new listeners and long-time fans. As Jack confronts both external dangers and internal demons, the episode sets up an intricate web of secrets that promise to be explored in future installments.
Bunker 8 continues to be a standout in the realm of psychological thrillers and dark mysteries, ensuring that listeners remain hooked and eager for each new revelation.