Shadows in an Underground Bunker and a Discovery on a Technical Floor

=== Story two point one. Fucking shadows ===
there are places underground where you clearly feel that you're fucking not alone there. The famous stare into the void. Even if you're in a single concrete tunnel, lit by a spotlight forward and back from you, that feeling still fucking won't leave you.

So anyway we decided to go shoot in one such place. One dude took a camera from his dad, a photographer (he shot weddings with it and made decent money off it), a proper professional one, a flash, all that. And let's shoot in one such "bad" little room. The structure itself is weird. It was located on the site of a former military base, underground, pretty deep. Ten meters at least. But - what's surprising - judging by the equipment (bunkers, a conveyor belt), it was a storage place for some... loose materials. I don't know which, sawdust, grain, pebbles - I just don't fucking know.

So yeah. We shot there. In the machine hall with engines for all that crap. And it's such a fucking bad place - you'd know, anon. I almost shit myself alive while we were doing it. Came up to the surface happy like we'd passed all our exams.

So, the point is. In the morning this dude runs up to me and starts telling me - like, I was processing the photos and I saw something there. SOMETHING!!!
So I rolled my eyes - thinking, fuck, now he's gonna draw some scary faces in Photoshop, the fucking joker.

And he says to me - you see, the SHADOWS there don't MATCH the light source. I tell him - well of course, dumbass, you were shooting with a flash, of course they don't match.
He goes - yeeeah!!! There's a shadow right in front of me, and I'm using a flash!

So I fed him some "computer-ish" bullshit, about matrix delay time, this and that, and tried to get him out of there as fast as possible - my knees were already shaking under my trackies, and, having seen him out, I let loose my fucking astonishment

I finally understood what the fuck I didn't like in that room!!! The shadows - there were too fucking many of them, and kind of out of place.

I didn't look at his photos - didn't risk it, lol.

=== A pukeworthy case ===
The Old Man called me about a year and a half after we met - like, so and so, a task just for you. Secret.

And I again remembered old man Slivko with his secret tasks and chuckled to myself.

The secret task turned out to be simple - the Old Man had found somewhere a cable disconnected from the line, and suggested I steal it. Cut it. Yeah. By that time I was already Mister Boar, I lived in the gym, just earned myself so-so hypertension, by the way - fuck, what a dumbass, compensating for the fucking prep courses, so I was a pretty strong dude. Anyway, the Old Man was like the idea generator, like Ostap Bender, and I was like the carrier of the stolen goods. That's what we agreed on.

The location of the cable turned out to be some technical floor under an old, already abandoned factory.

Anyway, the point. I went to wander a bit further and found something that made me puke alive right where I stood. Skeletal remains of some homeless guy, and next to him - sitting corpses of fresher homeless guys, a couple of them. Maybe my imagination is playing tricks on me, but their poses were - like they either ate him or were doing some kind of operation on him, I dunno. And the main thing I couldn't understand was why they all died there together in that pose. Maybe they drank some bad vodka? Who knows.

I showed the Old Man, suggested we inform the cops.

- Yeah, and write a confession on yourself at the same time. I, so-and-so, stole cable...

Anyway, the cops were eventually informed, but through digger friends who had cop friends. And what and why - what really happened there, I didn't bother finding out.