The Cave of Bones

This story was originally posted to r/nosleep by u/WrongfullySinful (aka me) on March 29th, 2022. The original story can be found here.
== The Pasta ==
My wife and I had just recently purchased a new house. After an incident that occurred that rendered our previous home unlivable, my wife and I were desperate for a new place to live. With the little money I had left, I fought through the rough until I eventually found us a suitable place to live.
It was quaint, cozy, kind of small, but that was alright by us. It was near the local grocery store, near some of our favorite restaurants, and was in a nice, quiet suburban neighborhood with seemingly nice neighbors. This was a house that the two of us were willing to buy and be happy about.
Everything was going great, until we met the seller of the house. I had pictured him as a normal guy, but he seemed far from normal. He appeared to be in his mid 40s, caucasian, with odd body proportions. His head seemed to large for his neck, and his arms seemed unnaturally large and bulky compared to the rest of his body.
His hair, or at least what was left of it, was messy and seemed almost charred, his clothes were tattered and dirty, and he had this deranged look in his eyes.
He kept talking fast and stuttering with his words, and made quick, erratic jolts at random intervals. Me and my wife both agreed this man looked completely insane, and we didn’t know what could’ve been the cause.
We were starting to get hesitant to purchase the house, but after giving the place a very thorough inspection, and by thorough, I mean touching the walls and everything to find secret entrances, we found nothing unusual. This was a perfectly normal living space. It was just the seller of the place that was putting us off.
The two of us finally came to an agreement, and we purchased the house. We later cleaned the place up, and once again, found nothing strange about the place. No secret entrances or items or interest. Everything was normal, and we were fine with that.
Me and my wife attempted to put the past behind us and started moving in some old furniture into the new place. It took a while, but everything was finally set up. It was really starting to feel like home again, and the two of us were content with it.
It wasn’t until a few days later that things got out of hand. Our new house had a small, fenced in backyard, with a tall oak tree in the northwest corner. My wife had gone out one day to examine the area, and found a small, red flag behind the tree. When she went to inspect the flag, she noticed it was positioned atop some grass and weeds that seemed out of place, like they were pulled from the ground and placed over the actual ground.
She called me over to help inspect, and when I got over there, I picked up the patch of grass, and found a hole underneath it, with a ladder leading down into it. Me and my wife looked at each other. We both had that sense of fear and confusion in our eyes, but most of all, overwhelming curiosity.
I went down the ladder and into the hole, with my wife not far behind, and when I reached the bottom, what I saw made me nearly scream. As my wife followed behind, she nearly screamed along with me. This was something far worse than what we could’ve ever expected.
It was a large, seemingly hand dug tunnel, almost the size of a subway station, and hanging on each of the tunnel walls were hundreds and hundreds of human bones. Me and my wife gazed in awe at what we were seeing. I swear I felt like I was gonna faint at that moment.
As the two of us gradually developed the courage to continue down the tunnel, it kept getting worse. There was dried blood scattered the walls and floors at various intervals, and the occasional piece of severed intestine could be found pulsating on the floor. The scent alone would’ve been enough to make me vomit, but my attention was quickly diverted when I heard the sound of a faint, pained scream.
It sounded vaguely human, but it was too far away to be for sure. At this point, we had gone too far in, and there was no turning back now. So me and wife reluctantly continued down the cave. As we went further in, there was more blood and intestines splattered about, and the scream kept getting louder and more clear. My heart was racing, and my mind was racing. I couldn’t go on any longer, but I needed to know what sat at the end of that tunnel.
With more hesitance, my wife and I continued down the tunnel, until we finally reached the end. Before then, we didn’t know what to expect to be there at the end of the tunnel, but nothing we could’ve possibly thought of could’ve been any worse than what we actually saw.
Sitting there in a deformed chair was a human male, at least, what might’ve once been a human male. His hands were tied behind his back, and he had a dirty, grey blindfold over his eyes. There were gashes and large incisions throughout his body, blood seeping and intestines hanging loosely from the open wound, with sewing marks near the connection points of many of his limbs. He had a multitude of arms and legs sewn to his chest, shoulders, arms and back, thrashing and thriving about.
The man was covered in blood and various other unknown fluids, and he was screaming in absolute agony. It was the kind of scream that made your skin crawl just by hearing it. The man thrashed about and fell out of his chair and into the hard stone floor, where he lied there on the floor, blindfold fallen off, squirming, and chewing on what might’ve been his own liver.
My wife and I stood there in horror, not a sound escaping from our bodies, as the man continued to thrash about on the floor. We even stood there in shock as one of his eyes popped out of its socket, blood trickling from the eye socket.
I started to back away slowly, as my hand grazed up against a wall, and I felt what might’ve been a button. Out of pure instinct, I pressed the button, and I turned around to see my suspicions were true, but as I turned my eyes back to the man, something horrifying was moments away from taking place.
The whole place began to shake violently, and everything began to crumble around us. Suddenly, everything came to a halt, and a huge rock fell from a large hole in the ceiling. The rock fell at intense speed and landed with a harsh, ground-shaking thud, crushing the poor man’s body and leaving only a head left. Even after the man’s clear demise, I swear I could still see the man’s pupils race around and make quick, darting glances.
My wife and I couldn’t take it anymore. We fled the scene and climbed out of the tunnel. We immediately called the police to investigate the area, and they were on the scene immediately. I currently cannot disclose the information I was told about the man or his heinous acts within the tunnel, as the investigation is still underway but I can say this:
That man, that lunatic man that sold us the place was not merely some deranged goon. He was an absolute lunatic, hellbent on pushing humans to their limit through his horrific experimentations. He was a truly deranged man that needed to be locked away forever for his heinous crimes against humanity.
My wife and I are currently attempting to sell the house, as the two of us both agree that we cannot stay near that place any longer. Currently, we’ve had no buyers, but we’re hoping soon, we can move far away from that forsaken place and move to somewhere better.
You know, I would’ve really liked that place, if it wasn’t for the horrors I had seen. I should’ve never trusted that man in the first place. I can still hear the pained screams of that poor victim in the tunnel in my head, of the squirming limbs jetting from the rest of his body, of the sound of the large boulder crushing the poor man’s body to a pulp. It was deplorable.
I just hope that that man is in a better place now.
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