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Bunker 8 is a horror and sci fi audio drama that explores disturbing themes and intense moments. Some content may be unsettling for certain listeners. Listener discretion is advised. The Midnight Mystery Presents Bunker 8 Season 2 Episode 6 George I've had enough. Enough of Violet not giving me any answers. Enough of being in the dark. I need to find a way back to find out what's going on here. I need answers. And the only thing that can give me that is is chained up in one of these rooms. But first, I need something to protect myself. A weapon. Emily's quarters. If there's anything useful, it'll be here. I need some type of weapon. Something practical. Something I can actually use against this. This creature. I can't go at it empty handed again. The room. The room is too neat. Everything is in its place. The bed is perfectly made. I don't know, it kind of feels wrong. Like no one actually lived here. Let's see what you have here. I start with the drawers. I'm hoping for a knife or a tool, but all I find are clothes. They're folded perfectly stacked, like she was waiting for an inspection. There's nothing useful. Not even like a pair of scissors or anything like that. I move to the desk. There are papers everywhere. Notes, drawings and maps off the bunker Some of it looks like research, maybe experiments that she was conducting. I pushed them aside. I don't really have time to figure out what all this means. I need something I can hold in my hand, something I can swing or stab with. The wardrobe is next. Coats and jackets hang in a perfect row. I push them aside, searching the back of the closet. Maybe she had like a hiding spot or something like that. But nothing. My hand hits a flashlight. It's heavy, solid. I pick it up and give it a quick test with my hand. Okay. This should be okay. It's not ideal, but it's. It's better than nothing. I then search under the bed. I find a box. It's locked. I pry at it, my fingers aching as I try to force it open. Ah, there we go. Gotcha. Inside, there are photos. Old, black and white with the familiar white border of an early Polaroid. The. The image has that grainy, worn look, but it's still clear enough to make out the faces. The photo shows Emily, much younger, maybe in her early 20s. Her hair is styled in soft waves and she's wearing a simple patterned dress that fits the 1930s style. She's smiling. A big, genuine smile that makes her look carefree. She looks happy. She's standing in front of a small wooden house with ivy creeping up the sides. Next to her is a man. He's tall, with a neat haircut and a buttoned up shirt with suspenders. He's got his arm around Emily, pulling her close. And he's smiling, too. They look like they belong to another world. One where things were simpler. Happier. I look down at the photo and there's a note scribbled at the bottom. Summer 38. Before the move. Why am I even looking at this? This is personal. I put it all away and grab the flashlight and move on. The hallway stretches out in front of me, long and empty. I don't know this place well. I've only been here a day, maybe two. I'm not even sure anymore. Every corridor looks the same, and it's easy to get turned around. I keep the flashlight in my hand, holding it tight. It's not much, but it's better than nothing. I need to find that room again. The one where I saw it. That. That thing. I didn't get a good look before, but I saw enough to know I'm not safe. Even if it was chained up. I believe it was left, then straight. I think I wasn't right. I try to retrace my steps, but everything looks the same. The walls, the doors. There's no signs, no markers. It's like the bunker was built to keep people lost. To keep me lost. God, how did Emily even get around here? I pass a row of doors. Some are open, showing empty rooms with bunk beds or metal desks. Others are locked. I don't even want to know what's behind them. I need to focus on finding that room again. Jesus. I don't know why I'm even doing this. I should be running in the opposite direction. But I need answers. I need to know what that thing is and why it's here and why I'm here with it. Ah, Finally I see it. The heavy door at the end of the hallway. The middle surface is scratched and dented with deep drag marks leading right up to it. The same marks I saw earlier smeared into the concrete floor. Whatever Emily dragged in here, it sure did put up a fight.
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Narrator 1
Picture this. You're halfway through a DIY car fix, tools scattered everywhere, and boom. You realize you're missing apart. It's okay. Because, you know, whatever it is, it's on ebay. They've got everything. Brakes, headlights, cold air intakes. Whatever you need. And it's guaranteed to fit. Which means no more crossing your fingers and hoping you've ordered the right thing. All the parts you need at prices you'll love. Guaranteed to fit every time. Ebay. Things people love.
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The room is dark, just like before. The emergency lights along the floor give off a dim, sickly glow. I raise the flashlight, keeping the beam steady. There it is, still chained to the wall. Its pale skin looks almost translucent in the dim light. Long limbs, thin and twisted, like it was stretched out too far. It hangs there, hunched over chains running from its wrists and ankles to heavy bolts in the concrete. Its head lifts when the light hits it. Eyes, too human, squint against the beam. I pull the flashlight away, but it's. It's too late. It saw me. It moves. Just barely. And that's when I notice its eyes again. At first, they're dark, almost black, like staring into a void. But then they change. Slowly. One second they're brown, rich and warm, like human eyes. The next, they're blue. Sharp, icy, cutting right through me. Then hazel, soft and soft and familiar, like someone I've met before. I just can't stop staring at it. The way the colors shift. It's not random. It's deliberate, like it's testing me or trying to figure me out. It pulls on the chains slow and steady. The way its fingers grip the metal, the tension in its arms. It's like it's testing them, seeing how much give they have. Or maybe it's just waiting. The chain's groan as it shifts again. Its body twisting just enough to make the hairs on my neck stand up.
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Narrator 2
What the hell are you?
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Narrator 4
This is Emily's creature. It's not moving, but it's breathing. Shackled at the wrists, ankles pulled so tight it can't stand or sit properly.
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Emily.
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It spoke. Jesus Christ. It spoke. Not like before, though. This sounded more human. Um. Not Emily.
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Not Emily.
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Its voice is all wrong. It's not just one voice. It's a mess of them all layered on top of each other like. Like they're fighting to break free. At the same time. Every word sounds jumbled. I take a closer step forward. What are you?
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Where is she? She comes. Always comes.
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It doesn't know me. It was expecting her. It was expecting Emily. She's. She's not coming. I don't know what she did to you, but. But she's gone.
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Gone? No, she doesn't leave. She listens. She talks.
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What. What did she talk to you about?
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Not you. You don't belong here.
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She. She thought you were someone else. Her husband. George.
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George?
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Yes, George, But. But not her. George were you. You're not him. You're. You're something else.
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George. George. She was gone. She died. The telegram came. I came home and she was gone. No, no, no. She's still here. She talks to me.
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You're not George. What the hell are you? Its head snaps up and I see it. Its face. Jesus, it's. It's wrong. Features twisted like they're stitched together from different people. Eyes shifting blue, brown, green. It just can't settle on one. And the mouths that. The forming and disappearing opening, like they're trying to scream, but. But they can't. It's like they're fighting each other. They're trapped, clawing to get out. It's stopped fighting itself. For the first time, it's. It's quiet. Like something inside finally pulled ahead. Hey. Hey. I need some answers.
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You don't belong here.
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Narrator 4
What? How does it know that? The voice. It's different now. It's. It's clearer for the first time. It sounds like someone real. Its face is changing. It's morphing. Into someone.
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You're like me.
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Narrator 4
Holy shit. So you. You must be George.
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Yes.
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Okay, what did you mean by I'm like you?
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Because I was never meant to be here either.
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Narrator 4
What are you talking about?
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Narrator 2
I used to work for the company.
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Wait, that doesn't add up. I've read Emily's journals. She wrote about you. She said you died in World War II. That was the whole reason she came here. You're why she signed up in the first place.
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She said that?
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Yeah. She. She wrote about losing you. You died.
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She never told me that. It was good to see her again.
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See her again?
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I survived the war. Made it through the trenches, the shells, all of it. I thought I was coming home to her. To Emily. But when I got back, there was nothing. A telegram waiting for me like a goddamn ghost in an empty house. She was gone. While I was over there. She died. I didn't have anything left. The company found me after that, Told me I had a job. Bunker work, quiet work. It didn't matter to me where I was, so I signed up. Then I ended up here in Bunker Three.
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You're not from here. You're not from this time, are you?
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No. Or not In.
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In your world, Emily died, not you.
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Yes.
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What the hell is going on? Alternate timelines. Alternate realities. This. This thing, this George. It's not him. Not. Not the George Emily knew. How did you get here? How did you end up like. Like this?
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The well, I fell. Or something pulled me in. I don't know. All I remember is the edge. It was humming, vibrating. I leaned too close and. And then I wasn't me anymore. I was torn apart. I could feel it. Every part of me splitting, Stretching like. Like I was being unraveled. Then there were others in there with me. We were put back together. But not right. Not whole.
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He's shaking. I can hear it in his voice. Like he's. He's remembering it all over again.
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It doesn't stop, Jack. The well doesn't stop. It pulls us in, Breaks us, spits us out together.
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Oh, God. That's. That's what you are. The voices. The way its face ripples like it's trying to tear itself apart. It's its body twitching, jerking, like it's fighting itself. It's not one person. It's. It's all of them. Everyone. The well pulled in every body, every mind crammed into one place, into. Into one body. The well didn't kill them. It fused them. Stitched them together, broken and wrong, until they couldn't tell where One ended and another began.
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Let us out. Get out. She talks to me. She's still here.
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They're still in there, every last one of them, clawing to get out. But they can't. They're trapped, fighting over what's left of themselves. You're human. All of you.
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We were.
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But from different times, different realities.
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We just want it to stop.
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They're trying to escape. That's why they keep coming out of the well. They're trapped in there. Pieces of people who don't belong. But now it's starting to make sense in the worst possible way. If. If the world connects to other realities and there are infinite realities, then there's an infinite number of these things. An infinite number of creatures clawing and Terran trying to break free. That's why they kill them. That's why they have to. It's not about cruelty or control. It's about stopping something bigger than we can handle.
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Narrator 2
Where's Emily?
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I didn't want to say it, but. But I couldn't lie to him. She's. She's gone. She. She. She killed herself.
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Narrator 2
What?
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Narrator 4
She was going to destroy the bunker. She found an override protocol. She. She found a way to blow the whole place apart.
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Narrator 2
She can't. She can't do that. If the bunker goes, the well goes with it.
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Narrator 4
So what? After what this place has done to you?
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Narrator 2
You don't get it. You think this is bad. What's inside the well, what it did to me. It'll spill out. It's all here for a reason. The bunker holds it back.
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Narrator 4
He's serious. God, he is serious. You're telling me this place works? After everything it's done, you still want it to work?
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Yes. I hate this place. I hate what it turned me into. It can't stop, Jack, if it stops. If this bunker fails, everything inside that well, everything like me, gets out. You think I'm just one person. You look at me and see me, George, but I'm not. Not anymore. I can feel them. All of them. Their voices, their memories like shards of glass in my head, digging deeper every time I move, every time I speak, it doesn't stop. The pain, the noise. I remember things I've never lived. Lives that aren't mine. A soldier in the trenches. A man with a family. A woman who drowned in the dark. Pieces of them, pieces of me all stitched together, all fighting. They don't want me here, Jack. None of them do. And it won't be long before someone else takes control. It's already happening. I Can feel them pushing, clawing to get out. Someone else's words are already sitting on the tip of my tongue, waiting to be spoken. I won't even know when it happens. I'll just slip away.
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Narrator 4
Holy. He's. He's not lying. The way he talks about it, it's not just pain for him. It's. It's worse. But you're still here, though, Georgio. You're still fighting this.
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Fighting? No, Jack. I'm losing. I just wanted to see Emily one last time.
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George, I don't belong here. I'm not from this time. You said it yourself. The well, These bunkers, they don't make mistakes. So why the hell am I here?
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Narrator 2
Not from this time.
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I'm from the Future. I'm from 2024. I saw the core, then I woke up here in Bunker Three. And I know it's. It's hard to believe, but if you're from another timeline, another reality, you must know something, Anything that can get me back to my time.
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Narrator 2
I don't.
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Narrator 4
Shit.
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Narrator 2
I'm just like you, Jack. And just like Emily. Another tool, another expendable body they threw into this place hoping it would hold.
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Narrator 4
He's right. We're all the same to them. Disposable. Replaceable.
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Narrator 2
Jack, if you are here, then Emily didn't destroy the bunker.
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Narrator 4
She was ready to. She had the override. I told you, she killed herself before she could.
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Narrator 2
Because of you.
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Narrator 4
What?
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Narrator 2
She didn't start the override because you showed up.
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Narrator 4
Why? Why would that even matter?
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She knew she wasn't alone anymore. That someone else had come to take her place. But if you came from 2024, then what's happening now? It's already happened, Jack. Because whatever the fuck these bunkers are holding back, it took you and placed you here for a reason. I believe this is the reason. You were always supposed to end up here. Always meant to save Bunker three, Jack. Whether you like it or not.
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No, no, no, that can't be right.
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Narrator 2
The room.
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Narrator 4
What room?
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Narrator 2
The one you came from. In this bunker. Have you been back inside it yet?
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Narrator 4
The room. The one that I woke up in. No. No, I haven't.
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Narrator 2
That's your only option. If you woke up there, there has to be something in there that can get you back.
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Narrator 4
Security protocol activated. Unauthorized personnel will be terminated. Shit.
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Narrator 2
You don't have much time, Jack. The security team, they're here.
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Narrator 5
Repeat.
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Narrator 4
Security protocol activated. Unauthorized personnel will be terminated. Bunker 8. Written and edited by Dean Smythe Story by Dean Smythe Starring Adam Weaver as George and Dean Smythe as Jack if you've enjoyed bug 8, then please leave a review and follow the midnight mystery for more.
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