Diver Finds Unusual Discovery, Turns Pale After Knowing What It Really Is

Thomas had always believed there were truths buried beneath myths forgotten relics scattered beneath oceans and jungles, waiting for someone brave enough to dig them up. Before we continue, please take some time to subscribe to Daily Dose, like and share this video. But never in his wildest dreams did he think he would be the one to unearth a story that had haunted local legends for generations. The day he pulled that rusting fuselage from the deep, something changed. And even though his colleagues warned him some half- joking, others genuinely afraid that the object might be cursed, Thomas didn't listen. How could he? He had touched history with his own two hands. What he didn't realize, however, was that this was not the beginning of his fate was the start of his nightmare. It all began with a sunken airplane that Thomas discovered during one of his solo diving expeditions. Rumors had swirled for years about an aircraft that had vanished decades ago. Believed by most to be the subject of children's stories or conspiracy theories. But Thomas, an amateur scientist with a deep obsession for mysteries, had stumbled upon it. The weathered metal frame draped in seaweed and barnacles matched descriptions he'd seen in obscure historical documents. But what made his pulse quicken was what lay inside. Something someone moved. It was impossible. Yet he swore he heard knocking from the cockpit window. Could it be? Could someone have survived all this time? He rushed to get a closer look, swimming around the wreck in search of a way inside. The plane had only one visible entrance. A heavily reinforced window in the cockpit. With his oxygen running low, Thomas tried to break through the glass, but it didn't budge. Desperate, he pounded on it, hoping for any kind of response. That's when he heard it again. A knock from the inside. Terrified and exhilarated, Thomas knew he couldn't linger. He needed more air, more tools, more answers. As he began his ascent back to the surface, something else caught his attention. A shadow beneath the aircraft. Large, shifting, and fast. But before he could make sense of it, he surfaced and headed for his boat. As he climbed aboard and turned the motor toward the nearest town, the sky darkened suddenly. The calm motion he'd known just moments before turned violent. Thunder cracked overhead and thick rain pelted the sea like bullets. Waves grew into towering monsters that tossed his small vessel like a toy. Thomas gritted his teeth and tried to steer through the storm, but it was no use. A massive wave slammed into the side of his boat, sending It Thomas crashing into the sea. He struggled to swim. limbs heavy, vision blurring, the boat disappeared beneath him, and for a moment, Thomas believed he would vanish with it. Hours passed. Thomas, soaked and shivering, clung to a piece of floating debris. When morning finally broke, his senses barely registered the two fishermen hauling him aboard their boat. He coughed, groaned, and slipped in and out of consciousness. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a strange village nowhere near where he had launched his expedition. The people were wary, avoiding his gaze. Their eyes followed him with suspicion, as if they already knew something about him. Hungry and disoriented, Thomas wandered through the village in search of food, shelter, and a way back to the wreck. But every door he knocked on was slammed in his face until finally a dimly lit bar welcomed him in. There he found warmth, a meal, and even a small room to sleep in. But nothing came for free. The bartender, an older man with piercing eyes, asked what Thomas had found at sea. Rumors had already spread. They believed he had retrieved treasure and was hiding it. Thomas explained the truth, or at least the parts he could. He mentioned the sunken plane, the knocking, the mysterious object inside, but most villagers dismissed him as a raving lunatic, except for one. Sitting in the darkest corner of the bar was a man who hadn't moved all night. As the room emptied, he rose and approached Thomas. "My name's Andy," he said. "They call me the town freak. I believe your story." Andy was strangest, voice shaky, his body twitching as he spoke, but he was the first to listen. He claimed to know about the plane. He even believed that it was connected to an old urban legend cursed treasure stolen from a temple said to doom anyone who touched it. Thomas, skeptical but desperate, agreed to let Andy help. They made a plan to return to the site the next morning. That night, Thomas couldn't sleep. Visions of the wreck, the knocking, the shadow in the water. They played over and over in his head. Maybe the plane was cursed. Maybe Andy wasn't so crazy after all. Determined to find the truth, Thomas crept out in the middle of the night and made his way to the village library. If there was any truth to Andy's story, someone must have written about it. He searched the archives for hours until he found a dusty, torn up book. Inside it was a black and white photo of a temple and a missing aircraft matching the one he'd found. Heart pounding, Thomas tried to copy the page when he noticed someone lurking in the shadows of the library. Could it be the same person who had followed him earlier that night? Terrified, Thomas rushed out, but someone was waiting for him at the door. He braced for the worst, only for the figure to smile and ask, "Need help reaching the top shelf?" It was just a librarian. Laughing nervously, Thomas nodded and left with the book. When he returned to his hotel room, Andy was already waiting, sitting beside his bed like a ghost. "I knew you'd find it," he whispered. Thomas didn't know whether to be creeped out or grateful. Andy's presence was unnerving, sat still, unmoving, eyes locked on Thomas as if he'd been watching him sleep. Without a word, Andy stood and walked out of the room. Thomas, still processing the moment, followed him down to the hotel lobby. Whatever weirdness had just occurred, he needed Andy now more than ever. They set out for the docks where Thomas hoped to rent a small boat and gear. As they walked side by side, Thomas kept stealing glances at Andy. The man mumbled to himself occasionally, laughed at things that weren't said, and twitched in odd ways. Thomas began to wonder whether bringing Andy was a mistake. But the truth was, Andy had information knowledge about the legend, the plane, and the mysterious treasure that no one else did. And right now, Thomas needed that more than peace of mind. After some haggling with a skeptical boat owner, they managed to rent a small vessel and enough scuba gear to make a proper dive. Thomas checked their equipment twice. He wasn't going to repeat the mistakes of his first dive. With Andy now fully invested and surprisingly calm, they sailed out in search of the crash site. The waves were gentler this time. No storms on the horizon, but the tension between them made the sea feel heavy with anticipation. Reaching the site proved harder than expected. Without GPS coordinates, they were forced to rely on memory. After nearly an hour of circling the open waters, Thomas finally spotted the familiar shape deep beneath the waves. The twisted metal wings, the shattered tail fin. The plane they anchored the boat, geared up, and descended slowly into the water. It was deeper than Thomas remembered. 20 m down, the wreck came into full view, eerie and ghostly beneath the blue. But this time, Thomas had brought tools. With a crowbar in hand, he motioned for Andy to help him pry open the window. The thick glass resisted at first, then gave way with a deep groan and a burst of rising bubbles. The two men peered inside and froze. There in the pilot's seat was a body mummified by time and pressure, its skin leathery, its clothing fused to its bones. But something about it seemed wrong. The arms were outstretched as if reaching for something, its eyes still open, stared straight forward, lifeless yet full of horror. And clasped in its chest was a bundle wrapped in faded cloth. Without hesitation, Thomas reached in and grabbed it. Back on the boat, they unwrapped the cloth. Inside was something neither of them expected. It was a large gem flawlessly cut, shimmering with an inner light, a diamond, unlike any Thomas had ever seen. But embedded within the gem was something Elsie, small metallic object. It looked ancient, etched with symbols neither of them could understand. Thomas and Andy stared at it, breathless. "This isn't just a diamond," Andy whispered. "It's a key to what?" Thomas asked. Andy didn't answer. He simply stared at the horizon with a look of dread. Over the next few days, the village buzzed with news of the find. Thomas tried to stay discreet, but word spread like wildfire. Offers started coming in, collectors, historians, even government officials, but no one could explain the symbol, and no one knew where it had come from. The only person who seemed to have a theory was Andy. He claimed the gem was part of a larger artifact hidden deep in a forgotten temple offshore. a temple said to be protected by the curse of the first treasure hunter who tried to steal from it. That man, according to legend, vanished without a trace. The gem they had found, Andy insisted, was the last piece he carried before disappearing. Thomas didn't believe in curses, but he couldn't deny what he had seen. The knocking from inside the plane, the storm that came out of nowhere, the feeling of being followed, something was happening, and it was getting darker. Still, the offer to auction the gem was too tempting to ignore. A major auction house in the city agreed to host the sale, calling it the find of the century. Experts estimated its worth in the tens of millions. But just days before the auction, things took a turn. Thomas began receiving threat anonymous messages telling him to return the artifact or face consequences. He laughed them off at first, thinking it was just local superstition until someone broke into his hotel room and left a note. Some doors should never be opened. Andy, meanwhile, grew quieter, more withdrawn. He stopped rambling to himself and instead began sketching strange maps, circles, and runes and phrases in a language Thomas didn't recognize. One night, Thomas asked him what he was doing. "It's coming," Andy replied flatly. "And we're not ready." Thomas didn't sleep that night. On the day of the auction, security was tighter than ever. The room was filled with billionaires, collectors, historians, and press. The gem sat in a velvet lined case at the front of the room under a spotlight. Thomas watched nervously as the bidding began. 10 million, 20, 35. The price soared at $54 million. The gavl finally struck. Sold. Thomas felt the weight lift from his shoulders. Finally, it was over. Or so he thought. But while Thomas and Andy celebrated their success, not everything was as it seemed. The curse that had only existed in whispers and warnings began to cast a shadow over their lives. Within weeks of selling the diamond, strange events started occurring. Electronics in Thomas's home malfunctioned without cause, and his dreams were haunted by eerie voices whispering in a language he didn't understand. Andy, once cheerful despite his quirks, began isolating himself and claimed he was being watched. One night, Thomas received a call from Andy, but all he could hear were labored breaths and a soft, repetitive chant. Concerned, he rushed to Andy's home only to find the place abandoned, the walls covered with scribbled symbols and maps leading back to the crash site. It became evident that Andy had returned there, perhaps believing he needed to return the diamond to stop the torment. Thomas debated whether to follow, but ultimately knew he couldn't ignore it. He chartered a private boat, and with the same gear they once used to retrieve the diamond, dove once more into the deep. This time, the water felt colder, the currents more aggressive. When he reached the site, he found the sunken plane intact. But something had changed. The cockpit, once sealed and lifeless, was now open. Inside sat Andy staring blankly ahead, the diamond in his lap. Andy didn't speak, didn't blink. It was as if the curse had claimed him completely. Thomas tried to shake him out of the trance, but Andy whispered just one sentence. "We were never meant to take it." Knowing he couldn't leave his friend behind, Thomas carefully took the diamond and swam up with Andy in tow. But as soon as they reached the surface, a powerful wave nearly knocked him over, and the sky, once clear, turned a deep, unnatural gray. Thunder cracked overhead and lightning danced across the water. Thomas realized the curse wasn't just a myth. It was real and it was angry. Once back on land, Thomas made the only choice he felt he had left. He contacted a private institution specializing in the occult and historical artifacts. The diamond was sealed in a leadlined box documented and placed in a vault buried beneath the earth in a forgotten temple, never to be disturbed again. Thomas and Andy recovered, but they were never the same. Andy no longer heard voices, but he rarely spoke. Thomas published a paper on the find, leaving out all mention of the supernatural, knowing no one would believe the truth. Their discovery made them rich, but at a cost far greater than money. And to this day, Thomas avoids the ocean, knowing that beneath its calm surface, some things are better left undisturbed.