u/syntheticat-33

I used this virtual piano to play the melodic parts I remember. It was really choppy (I'm out of practice) so I had to edit the audio a bit.

It's got swoopy, ambient synths in the background and some kind of subdued drum beat. I really thought this was from The Airship, but I scrubbed through the whole thing and I can't seem to identify it anywhere in that album.

Thank you in advance 💙🦉

EDIT - Solved, wish I could put that in the title as well

The first story in this week's episode reminded me of an old ghost story my dad used to tell me. This isn't really my original story or anything so it doesn't belong on TalesFromtheCreeps, so I'll post it here.

When mining was king of the West, everybody wanted to find their strain of gold or silver and make off rich. One such man was working a late shift in Gallagher Mine, out in the Rockies, with his teammate. They were on a new shaft that night. Miraculously, they discovered what promised to be a fresh vein of gold. All the telltale signs were there. The only problem was, the end of their shift was nearing. They were the only two men working that passage. If they kept quiet until their next shift, they might be able to pocket some of their own share before the mining company found out and sent even more men to work the vein.

On the rickety elevator ride up, the two dreamed of all the things they wanted to do with their future fortune in hushed tones. One saw the promise of a new home, land to work, perhaps finally a family. The other looked forward to finally entering high society. He would buy folks' respect after earning it with the labor of his hands. They each got so carried away, thinking of all the many new lives that gold ore could buy. If only they could keep it secret, if only they could have it all to themselves.

That's why, when the elevator made it to the top, there was only one man inside at the open gate. Legend says, if you go to the entrance of Gallagher Mine today, you'll hear the screams of the one who was betrayed and pushed to his death in the dark, deep shaft of the mine elevator.

This was a story my dad's own father used to tell him, before he passed it down to me. Grandpa raised all his children in Leadville, CO, which was a mining town from its inception. There, people mostly mined--you guessed it--lead, but also molybdenum and silver (grandpa's mine mostly produced molybdenum.) When my dad was a boy, he used to ride his bike everywhere, even through the woods, but he knew better than to go near the old mine shafts. The ground can give way beneath you even if you're still far from a mine entrance, because the old prospectors dug out so far and left their mines to rot after the lode was all gone.

But even more than that, sometimes the wind passing over the boards and old, rusting metal created a shrieking sound...