Intrusive Thoughts by Lime-Time-Live

I'm sure this will read like some nutjobs manifesto, but please hear me out. I think I've helped link our world to something else out there, and if humanity isn't careful, we're going to open a door and invite something to Earth that I'm pretty sure will end us in the blink of an eye. I know that's a lot, so let me backtrack. I was an archaeologist, and a damn

fine one, if I do say so myself. I specialized into coding ancient writing that probably helped with translating most of the more popular ancient texts out there, from Sumerian to Greek to Egyptian. So when I get a call from a small specialized team off in Egypt about wanting some text translated on a door in a recently uncovered tomb. I don't bat an eye, and I just book it to the next flight. I keep a diary of my findings. I keep it hidden so the guys that got me

quarantine haven't taken it. It's funny. I can read the words, I understand what they mean individually, but I can't piece together my own writing. It's like it's like my mind immediately forgets whatever it is that I read. It's got to be an effect of the tomb. In any case, I've decided to painstakingly, word by word transcribe my diary here. Hopefully you can make sense of it. Day one. You'd think that after spending days in sand swept dunes or

remote ancient locations, you get tired of it. But but here I am writing from a tent just outside of a recently excavated tomb they found here in guild Kaber. I'll admit I'm a little apprehensive. While the door to the tomb is fascinating, I'll get to that in a minute. I don't know how anyone would have found this thing in the first place. There was no tomb marker, no statues, absolutely nothing built into or around this plateau that would

indicate it tomb was hidden here. If these guys weren't using some of the latest seismic tools to map out the land, there's no telling how much longer this thing would have stayed buried. I can understand too, their eagerness to excavate and unearth is fined. It's rare to get to see an untouched tomb nowadays, especially one so isolated from any others in the map. Makes me wonder if there's a whole cache of hidden tombs just waiting to be uncovered to share their history. It's exciting. So back

to the door. It's massive, two twenty foot or so slabs of deep black granite, And that's my guess anyway, from what they've uncovered so far, they're still whittling away at the rock surrounding it. But the glimpses I see is still incredible. Nonetheless, it goes without saying, but I'm most fascinated by the writing on the doors. Every single inch of the stone uncovered so far has dense lines

of script, like the Resetta Stone. It's weathered all hell, but I can identify some hieroglyphics as well as ancient Greek. I can't make out full sentences yet, but from what I got so far, I can see something about a key or an origin of some sort, and something about riches. The guys seemed to work a little fast draft I plucked that word. In any case, we got a lot of work ahead of us, but this seems promising. Day five spend steady going, but we've been making progress on

getting this door uncovered. Rick Welson, the man leading this whole expedition, is a fair enough guy, making sure no one overworks themselves in his heat. Rix's picked a great team here, between Jimmy, Susan, Frank, Jade and myself. I can't think of a better team cracking the secret of this tomb. I think we're all just excited to see what's on the other side. The only bad news so far is that years and years under soil hasn't treated

these labs well. I'm having difficulty translating the full message transcribed. My best guess on what the writing on the door says is the key to nothing is resting here. Wealth there is none forgetting is a gift. The warnings are written all the time on tombs, often warning about curses or traps, but I haven't read one like this before. At our continued rate, we should have this door ready to go in a few days or so, weather permenting Day eight. Today's the day we got enough of the

door uncovered to be able to open it. Seeing blacks set of doors nestling into the rock really is quite imposing. The warning over and over inlaid in the door doesn't help either. Still, this this isn't my first rodeo. So once we find a way to get these doors open, our report back later on we have uncovered Rick. Wait, wait, I already wrote this. I never updated on what we

found it. Come to think of it, I'm drawing a blank on yesterday, I remember writing in my journal we set up the equipment to force the doors open, and nothing looking out of my tent. Right now the doors remain closed. I need to investigate. So I just spoke to Rick, and he's also a bit confused. When I asked him how long we've been out here, he also thought it was still day eight. I showed him my

phone's date. He seemed as puzzlive as I was. We gathered everyone up, and sure enough, it's like an entire day was taken away from all of us. None of us remembered what happened when we forced the doors opened, or why it's back to being closed. I'd like to contribute it to the sweltering heat that I know that's not true. Something's wrong. Rick paused all further attempts until we figure out what's going on. I'm going to go back through my notes to see if I missed anything

on the translations between the five of us. Someone's got to remember something day ten. I don't know who Frank is. I wrote about him on day five, but I have no idea why I wrote that. I asked the whole camp. They assume that it's always just been us five, not six. Everyone's drawing a collective blank on what happened the day we tried to open the tomb. Everything in our brains tells us it's stupid to try again. But at the same time, when we sit in silence checking our gear,

the collective desire to try again is palpable. This isn't a group so easily willing to give up. Rick seems to be in the same boat and saying that we'll try again tomorrow. Something he was bothering me. Everyone assures me that it's always been us five. Well, why then did we set up an extra empty cot. Why do we have a bunch of extra supplies and those supplies? Why is there a photograph of a woman and her

child that no one else recognizes? I don't think anyone wants to actually sit down and think about this day eleven. I don't take two for the tomb today. I didn't want to wait until the day was over to begin writing how chronicle as we go today. So a little before dawn and we set up our supplies ready to get into the tomb. Rick had brought a very interesting new piece of technology. Well I haven't seen before, a

crate of self navigational microdrones. According to Rick, these things can safely fly into an unknown space and, through a bit of three D mapping capabilities, fully map the inside of a tomb in a matter of minutes. A part of me feels like it takes a little bit of the fun out of exploring a place that man hasn't set foot in for years. But I also recognize this how dangerous these places are. It looks like the team's getting ready to crack the door open and set the

drones in. Once we have a good idea of what's in there, we'll head in. The drones took an hour to map the area. Rick seemed concerned slightly explained to me that he's never seen them take this long. When we open up the laptop to look at the scanned area, to say that, we say that we were stunned, is that's an understatement. This place is huge. If we were on an island off of Greece, I would have sworn this was the very maze that homed the men a

tar in the Midt. The sheer time it would have taken to carve out the winding tunnels with multiple dead ends back hundreds of years ago, it was comparable to the Pyramids hundreds of miles away. We're expecting a long trek in there, but at least we have a clear path to the central chamber. But luck I'll update later today on our findings. The energy of the group is a little strange there. I mean, there's excitement, for sure, but I can't get my translation out of my head.

Forgetting is a gift. It doesn't make sense, None of it does tomb. It's empty. I mean, it's kind of empty. So right after my last update, we went inside the tomb and immediately entering the solid black granite was much cooler than the outside egypt heat. We use the map that the drones created and followed the winding path deeper inside. The only noise audible was this sound of our own footsteps against the solid stone. It really did feel like

we were the first ones in there. The main room also showed no signs of anyone else before us, or maybe maybe they just didn't leave a trace. It was a large room that seemed like it should be filled with priceless artifacts, but there was nothing except for the coffin. This goes against most Egyptian burials. They believed that you brought your possessions with you to the afterlife. Why were

there none in this room? I mean, at first we thought that we had found the tomb of someone infamous, someone who did something so horrible the Egyptians wanted to forget about them, but opening the sarcophagus led to only more questions. It was empty. I still don't think anyone got to it before us, as it took us a lot of effort to pry open the lid to the strange sarcophagus seated in the dead sie enter of the room. It too was made of a similar material to the

doors and the walls. It was solid black granite. It wasn't carved into a person's visage like most sarcopha guy, but instead covered in writing. I took plenty of photos, which I planned to review for translations soon. But once we got the lid open and peered inside, however, we were greeted with nothing, an empty black coffin. We searched the inside looking for a lever, a switch, writing something,

he was empty. The smooth, solid black of granite almost made it look like we were peering into an empty void. My conclusion, I think this was a tomb that never got filled. Something went wrong, and whoever was supposed to be buried here wasn't. Clearly it was someone not liked, so they went ahead and probably dropped him in a ditch called it a day. Well, part of me is a little disappointed. This was still an interesting find, even

if it's due to the irregularity of the tomb. Some of the others want to scope out some of the other dead ends to see if anything was missed. Afoy wrap it up here and report our findings. I mean, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious to take another peek in there myself. Day twelve. I couldn't sleep last night. Just as I felt like I was finally dozing off, it sounded like someone was mumbling or

whispering in their sleep. I didn't recognize whose voice it was, and even when my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the tent, I couldn't see any one's lips moving. Despite this, I've been making solid progress on my translation. A lot of it seemed to repeat the warning on the door. Some of the new stuff talks about a voice translated to your voice could also be my voice. It's tough to discern the context. I'll keep working on it. I think it may not have just been me who didn't

get much sleep last night. Everyone's acting a little weird. This morning. I saw Jade push Jimmy's He was bent over looking at our supplies. Not naturally, Jimmy was pissed. It's weird, though, is that Jade was immediately apologetic, claiming she just had the urge to do it. It wasn't just her though I watched Rick purposely bend the antenna to one of the handheld radios. We have only to then try to fix it. Cursing under his breath, I'm I'm not sure what's going on. It happened to me too.

I was eating lunch and I just poured out my water. I don't know why. It was like I had the thought to do it, and I really wanted to, so I did. I didn't do it involuntarily, at least I don't think I did. I just chose to act on that thought. With how fast it came and went, though honestly felt like it wasn't even my own thought. I'm not sure what's gotten in in me. Something's wrong with us. Susan came out of the tomb frantic. Her and Jimmy just went into the cave a half hour ago. Jimmy

wasn't with her when she came out. Susan told us that Jimmy jumped. They were checking out some of the other branch paths. They came across the pit, and she said they both stared at it for some time before he just leapt like he was diving into a swimming pool. She said, we were ready to head in and see what we could do to get him out, but she made it clear that after a few moments of silence,

she heard him land. Then silence were turned. Rick's made it clear no one's going back into the tomb, and he called the institution funding our dig to get us a ride out of the desert while we wait for a ride to show up in the next few days. I'm gonna try to translate more of this sarcophagus, mostly to keep my mind off of what's happening, but adhesive me also feels like this is this is important. There's something we missed. Day thirteen. What do we let out?

I couldn't sleep last night, so at some point I must have scribbled what I wrote earlier. I'd be lying if I said I remember writing that, though I think it's just it's what I'm secretly afraid of, that that was a sealed coffin. I'm not really superstitious, but what if we were cursed? I feel ridiculous writing that things have been. I'm even getting worse. I keep getting strange little urges. Light all of our matches, rip a hole in our tent, draw a deep line in the sand

with my foot. As fast as they arrive, they leave, But it's tough to act against them. I can see everyone on edge. They must be dealing with the same thing.

I remember we opened it. My solid memory kicks up right When we were being driven back. The driver kept asking us if there were more people, but we were sure that there were only the four of us. He seemed to hesitate on that information. But if if I'm being honest, the guy was a little weird anyway. He's driving us back to the base of operations, swerving the car back and forth just for the fun of it. Scene. Everyone's been acting weird around us. It's subtle, but I've

seen a guy impulsively kick over a waistband. Another guy just he bit his cheek hard enough to bleed a little. Didn't take long for a few guys in suits to step in ask us about what we remember down in the tomb. They've had us in quarantine for some time now, but I think whatever they're trying to quarantine, it's it's far too late. I've heard them use the term intrusive thoughts in passing, and I think that's the best way to describe what I've been feeling, these these thoughts that

I have. I wish I knew what to say if this ever gets out there. To whoever's reading this, please you can't listen to that voice when it calls. I don't know what that voice is, what it's inching us towards with these little actions. But if a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a typhoon on the other side of the globe, I shuddered to think what the small actions of the entire world might be leading to. I don't know where I heard this advice from, but I

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