He was
scared too, but he nodded. Together they began the long descent into
darkness.
They noticed the increase in pressure immediately. It was an
abnormal increase, as if the water here was twice as heavy as it
should be. There was a stifling, overpowering sensation in the water,
almost a vibration, that made the divers' limbs tremble and their
hearts race. It grew worse with each foot of descent, and after only
twenty feet both men felt the need to stop and rest.
Now the water had a slick, oily feel to it. There were strange
currents and invisible movements within it, and several times Howard
felt something brush against his legs, but saw nothing. Once he could
have sworn that something nipped and pulled at one of his flippers,
but when he looked , whatever it had been was gone.
The stench had gotten worse. The pungent odor of rotting death
innumerable was mingled with the scorching bitterness of a palpable,
hungry evil that had been and always will be. The scent seemed to
creep in through the respirator, through the plugs, through the wet
suit itself, and soak into his body. It made Howard feel unclean
inside, as if he had swallowed something unimaginably fowl and
repugnant which would live and grow within him from now on. He looked
at Hariss, saw his eyes wide and white behind the goggles, and knew
he felt the same thing. Howard saw that the patrolman was breathing
much too fast so he patted him on the arm and signaled him to slow
down. After a moment Bill nodded. His breathing slowly returned to
normal.
They continued their descent. Oddly enough the going became
easier now. It was as if they had passed through a barrier and
whatever had been repelling them before was now attracting them,
pulling them down. They sank quickly. Thirty feet. Forty feet. Fifty
feet. Then they saw the false bottom of the lake, the plateau.
They found what they were looking for almost immediately.
The yellow bus was lying on its side only a few feet from the
pit. In the dim glow of the torches Howard could only see a small
part of the pit closest to him, but he knew from prior experience
that it formed roughly a circle in the center of Bottomless Lake. It
was as if, after the lake had been formed, some monstrous force had
taken up a Herculean drill press and bored out the center until there
was nothing but an endless hole. Or maybe an incredibly dense meteor
had sliced through the earth's crust and created a hole that went
down to...where? He remembered when, several years ago, two
scientists from the state university had come here with a lot of
electronic equipment to measure the depth of the lake. They took a
boat out one morning, played with their sonar instruments a while,
then left in a hurry. They said their equipment was faulty. But they
never returned. Howard wondered again if their machines had really
been out of order. Or if they had perhaps discovered something that
made them want to be somewhere else. How deep was the pit? What was
down there--besides the bones of Arnold? Howard Phillips felt his
flesh crawl in anticipation of the terrible.
Holding their torches ahead of them, the two divers swam out to
where the bus lay on the edge of the precipice. As they came closer
they slowed, and when they were over it they stopped and treaded
water. They could only stare. For long moments Howard forgot to
breathe. He heard but did not notice the constant rush of bubbles
coming from his companion.
The top of the bus had been ripped open as if it had been made of
tin foil. All the windows were broken out. The sides were bent and
mangled and in some places just gone. Were it not yellow, it would be
hard to identify what kind of vehicle this had been.
The interior was empty save for a few shards of twisted metal
which might once have been seats.
Suddenly, a shattering bellow ripped through the depths of
Bottomless Lake. It came from the pit. Like the thunder of all the
gods in the universe arising and howling for vengeance. Slowly, it
waned and changed into a continuous clamoring screeching that was
expelled noxiously from ten thousand unhuman throats.
The surface of the earth had not heard the voice from the pit