dining in the dark with the secret society

#Dining in the dark with the secret society full

To avoid detection, he explored on his own on one of the other days. Curiously, he found that a pattern emerged insofar that the only days when anyone used the door were those dates which had an ‘6’ in it, in other words, the 6th, the 16th and the 26th of each month. My friend decided to go back through the maintenance door with his newly found prize to see where they may lead him, but patiently waited over a period of several months noting any patterns of activity to assess a time when it was safe to explore.

The other keys, some looking decidedly aged in appearance, were a complete mystery. The keys allowing him access to the station after hours and through the maintenance door. He examined the keys and found two similar keys which he had in his possession.

#Dining in the dark with the secret society full

Knowing full well of the dangers of electrified rails by keeping well away from the second rail, and while no one was around, clambered quickly down to retrieve the keys. He went back to investigate and discovered a set of keys. However, as my friend turned to look back, he noticed a faint glitter of light reflecting from the floor near the first rail on the track. There were a few other passengers, waiting for, boarding and alighting from trains as they came and went but none paid any attention to my friend’s antics. My friend watched him for several minutes waiting for his train to take him home but having no luck in finding what he was looking for, left in defeat, along with, what I perceived, to be some degree of trepidation or perhaps, a glint of fear from his facial expressions.īeing naturally curious, my friend roved around the location where the supposed items were lost, and, not having any success either, admitted defeat and then went back to continue waiting for another train, having missed two already. Sporting another set of keys in which to open the door, I enquired how he came across them, to which he replied that he observed someone frantically looking around for something or another in proximity to the maintenance door. He led me further down a corridor to a small door for Fire Use only. My friend led me to a maintenance door on one end of the platform, which he opened with a key given to him by London Transport to be able to access the clay findings he and his team have been working on. Much like one of the abandoned metro tunnels that traversed under East Berlin before the Iron Curtain was taken down. The dilapidated, badly lit and tired look of the station with its worn white tiles mixed in with hospital-green ones, exuded eeriness indeed. A damp draught of air laced with an odour reminiscent of old bones and clay wafted out from one of the unlit railway tunnels. Descending the staircase, we arrived on an empty railway platform along the District Line. On a crisp frigid morning during the early hours of the morning, we arrived at Mile End Underground station. It is with some fear and trepidation that I unearth this conclave along with its mysteries however, I feel bound to reveal it on account of its potentially insidious means and aims to subvert the peace and order of our society. Hence forth, he summoned me to accompany him on his quest to discover more of the mysteries that await them. He haphazardly stumbled upon the whereabouts of the society’s location through a project he had been working on regarding the unique clay properties surrounding the area. I have had a deep fascination with this secretive enclave through a friend who once held the position of being a curator in one of London’s more notorious waxworks museums. In fact, it is only been recently revealed that such a society existed at all surprising considering the age of the Internet has been with us for more than two decades. The organisation is known to only a select few, carefully chosen by those members of its inner circle, guarding secrets from unwarranted eyes for centuries. From thereon lies the abode and heart of an organisation very few would have come across. Once inside this passageway, one can make out the faint audible rumblings of the many trains overhead along with the continual pitter patter of drips from the cold iron-lined walls holding back ancient water-logged clays.

In the east end of London, behind a secret door accessible only by entering Mile End Underground Station, there is a passageway that extends into the darkness. Shôn Ellerton, ApBuried deep in the heart of East End London, is perhaps one of the world’s most secret and unknown societies. How I Managed to Expose One of The Most Secret Societies