On the mountainsides of Lowfer, the Gowther project (a mining campaign since 1980) is always at the forefront of the province's economy. Best at what it presents, a rare minerals jackpot. That produces as much as 50% for the province. At night, the lights up, machines are active, and workers about stepping on the loose soil. They enter a nearby building and, for a few minutes, suddenly, click, the lights flicker lightly and turn off.
"Buhwhat?!" A chilly surprise erupts from one worker.
Then the sound of humming cried out from the outside. Loud. Mechanical. But controlled.
"The back-up generator is up."
"Seems so."
A male technician named Joe booted his computer back to life. Displayed on the monitor was a map. A map of the mine. "Uh, guys?" the male technician said. "Section C is out, THE lights are out."
On the map, an indicator labelled red flashed on the top of the screen.
The building's door then screeched, and from it, workers came walking out. Not all of them. Some stayed back. They were on a tight schedule, so they had to hurry up.
A female miner took the front entrance, followed by another worker, a male who was the mechanic. When they entered the cave, on the sides of the cave that had multiple lines of wires, bulky and colored, each connected to a light bulb. It was after they reached the end of the road that they found the thing that was wrong. The right-hand wall surface of the wires was damaged. To be frank, it was somehow severed, even to say it was.....mangled.
"What could have caused this?" The woman was beyond shocked.
The mechanic knelt closely and examined the wires. "I don't know if I can fix this...this is something on a whole other level."
"Then what do we do?" She asked.
The mechanic turned slightly to her, "We have to get back and get my tools and tell the others, maybe then we can—"
But before he could finish, the lights went off the second time.
"What the?!" The mechanic stood up.
"It's alright, here," the woman said as she flashed a touch.
"Did the generator go off?" She jolted in a shiver.
"It could be? But why?" The mechanic answered, puzzled.
"Come on, let's get out of here first," he said.
"You're right...." the woman flashed her touch towards the entrance hallway. But when she turned back to meet the mechanic, he was nowhere to be found. "Hello?"
"Where did you go??!" She exclaimed, frightened to the very core. She had the face of a frightened girl. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated.
What made it worse was the sound that echoed behind like whispers, but rough and unorganised. Her breath came in shallow, quick gasps, each one betraying the panic clawing at her chest. She was in no position to move. She was frozen in place.
But when she took the courage to turn around and flash her light, it was — horrifying. It was in an instant. What it could be described as was this: a big and grotesque smiling face.