Urban legend says:
'Trawler Frodsham
Wish catcher
Said to haunt lost hopes
To make them come true
Story says one night
He heard a voice asking for help
He climbed down asking for hopes;
Ropes to reach the voice
Calling for hopes,
But never came out
Never found out'
Many say he's still catching
The lost hopes
To make them come true
And ease on his pursue
This was; what many have commented in town from many years, turning into an ur an legend. Many visitors have manifested having the hear his voices coming from the bottom of the well, and sometimes seeing a shadow walking around the well.
According to witnesses, a dark figure going to the well, carrying ropes on his shoulder and back that seemed to tied his self to the well and going down in.
Many followed him to the well, but once they arrive, nobody's there.
Others claimed to have heard voices coming from the well…..
But again, no one can be seen inside.
Cree's mind went back to the times he spent with Benjamin cruising the seas and skies with The Firefly.
Specially equipped, Cree decided to go in. Hopefully his tracker will be able to send signal and coordinates to Ada's base camp…. In case he needed help or let her know he found Benjamin…
It was a cold night, dark…. The trees started the lean back and forth pushed by the winds, like welcoming Cree to the well. From time to time the howling winds yelled its welcoming embrace and its warm spell as Cree initiated his descent in the well of the lost hopes.
Some of the noises resembled peoples crying and moaning, creepy scratches and murmuring disembody noises that brought goosebumps on Cree's skin.
-ok Ben, I guess there's no way looking back
I'm all in!
And continue his descent.
His headlight, bright enough to be visible miles away started to fade….
Hopefully he has enough rope to continue his descent…..
Passing by other ducts set up for ventilation and access to other alternative ways to connect to other ducts spreading across the city, ever time his cord caught up its length, Cree had to use a newer one, being anchored to a handle-type step ladder on the side.
-Holy macaroni! Another rope?!
Some ducts carried the echoing sound of running water, others sound like passing cars rumbling along the road, others like people talking…..
But no one was there.
Amazingly, some tunnels could reflect Cree's light where he could see some graffiti done by some other adventurers that cruised these u charted intricate network of tunnels.
There would be the random spider web that decided to make a section of the tunnel its home. Sometimes there would be debris falling from above the surface. Pushed in by the swirling winds above in the surface.
Preoccupied, Cree could not see the top of the well, the light once bright the moon had made its presence, was fading off, and darkness started to creep on Cree.
—now what?
Murmured Cree as he continue his descent
Eilm this ever finish?
Going through one of the duct tunnels, he seemed to have seen a flash light….
This down?
-Hello? Cree said …..
The echoing of his voice travelled along deep the tunnel…..
Then deep silence…..
Even a pin drop could disturb the defeating silence….
-oh well, Cree said…
Reminiscent back in the days…
Soledad, a friend he met at the Seal Bay Technical School, never got to go out. They stayed as friends. She quit after and moved out of the city.
-my mind is playing tricks on me again
I seemed to have heard her voice….
She's singing her favourite song 'Gypsy'!
How come she is here now?!
…. No way, she moved out of the city with her parents long time ago….
She can't be alive.
The place where they moved got hit by an asteroid and the city got destroyed with the impact. No survivors were recorded alive.
….no survivors…..