Into the Cave

To this day, no one has ever willingly into the Widow's Vault again. News of the dead prospector spread quickly through the wastes. Now the legend of the Widow's Vault was no longer a legend, and in its place came the Widow's Call - the deadly song of the widow's lost soul, which now haunts the vault. Get too close and it sucks you in, and she will take the souls of all who enter. Just like the way she took yours.
==The Pasta ==
You stand at the threshold of the cave. Its walls are smooth from a million years of water, which once flowed through it. Take in a deep breath; you smell the warm, musky scent of the damp hole. Listen and you'll hear the quiet patter of condensation dripping from the roof deep down in the cave.
Excitement and anxiety riddle your body to nothing but jelly, yet you still stand. After months of searching, you have validated the myth of the Widow's Vault: a vault belonging to a rich widow from before the war. It is said that many riches lay behind that door - food, tech, weapons, anything you could imagine. Nobody has ever even found the location, let alone had the password to open the door. But after searching the old Vault-Tec HQ, you finally found the very information you needed.
Hesitantly, you draw your 10mm pistol and carefully walk into the darkness. The black emptiness starts to envelope you. Fear overcomes your senses, and you start to panic. Quickly, you reach into your back pocket and pull out your pre-war lighter. Flicking the top open, you start to fumble with the striker. With each flick, your clammy fingers fail to light the gas. Sweat drips from your forehead as you try to create some light. Finally, you get a solid flick, and light starts to fill the cave.
Yet fear hits you a second time. You fall straight on your butt, lighter still lit on the ground. You crawl away from the large, grey figure in front of you. Aiming your pistol down into the cave, you fire blindly at the mass. Each bullet recoils off the figure 'til you hear a loud "crack". You quickly pick yourself off the ground, grabbing your light as well. You carefully sneak towards the thing that scared you, gun still readied. As the light shines upon the grey being, it becomes nothing more than a stalagmite with a large crack through it. You wipe the sweat off your face, relieved from your discovery. You journey forward into the great cave.
Look around and you'll see many things growing out from the walls. Pipes and wires follow down the length of the cave. Glowing fungi protrudes from cracks on the floor. Lights now hang from the ceiling. You are are getting close. Two paths now stand in front of you, both going in opposite directions. You inspect the area, desperately trying to find some clue to the direction of the vault. You notice that the wires follow down the left path, and that the floor is more worn there. Now following the wires, you take the left path.
There it stands, the great Widow's Vault. You're filled with awe as you stand in front of the massive door.
You take a deep breath and put in the passcode. "Harold", probably her late husband. With the press of the enter key, the speaker turns on, producing a low hum.
A euphoric calm washes over you. You feel nothing but bliss as a white flash blinds you for a moment. As your sight comes back, you see two young women, no older than yourself, standing at the opening of the vault. They let out a giggle as you smile politely at them. Walking to your side, they carry you silently into the vault.
You're laid on top of an old cot. You watch them hover over you, just staring. Their smiles are almost creepy. One bends over, smelling your hair. She looks up to her sister and giggles. The other giggles back. Both now crouch down beside you. Each girl takes turns kissing your face. The sensation sends shivers down your spine. One of the girls runs her hands down your chest. She rips open your shirt and starts to kiss your bare body.
You are so happy. Nothing could have been better. You slowly close your eyes and drift to sleep, and they both start to kiss your neck...
The two ghouls stare blankly at the human. The human just stared back with a drunken smile. A guttural growl comes from the ghouls. They both hobble over to the human and drag him into the run-down vault. They both put him the corner of the room. The first ghoul bends over and smells the human's sweet flesh. it let out another growl, the second growl back at it. The two ghouls crouch down and started chewing on the human's face. The human starts to giggle with joy as their face is slowly torn apart. Blood runs down their body, holes ripped in their cheeks and forehead.
The second ghoul starts to dig its claws in into the the human's side opening in his shirt. It digs its teeth into the human's stomach, tearing a hole in it. The ghoul starts pulling out the human's entrails with great ferocity, shoving them into its mouth.
All the while, the human endures nothing. He even starts to sing. They both go at his neck, lodging their teeth into it. His eyes slowly start to close as the blood drains away from his brain...
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