Hello and thanks for dropping in.

Take your time and look around the shop.

Every item has a story.

One darker than the next, unfortunately.

For instance, this barnacle covered tank and mask over to your left? It's the subject of a disturbing course of events.

Make sure you come up for air for this one called,

I am a deep sea diver.

Welcome to the antiquarium of sinister happenings and odd goings on.

The Antiquariam of Sinister Happenings I'm a deep-sea diver.

In case you missed it, scientists recently released audio footage of a cavern collapse along the ocean floor.

They're lying.

All names have been changed to keep me out of hot water.

Legally speaking.

For six days, I shared a cramped metal pod with three other divers,

594 feet below sea level. At that depth, there was a constant

risk of explosive decompression, which would result in the cholesterol from our veins being about

the only thing left to bury. On the sixth day, a grainy voice spoke over the comms link and gave us a green light.

Then boss told us to strap on our suits.

These came equipped with circulating hot water systems to prevent hypothermia. Typically,

four-man teams split into groups of two alternating shifts, not us. Boss was 42 years old and a good

family man. I remember how choked up his voice got speaking with his daughter before submersion.

When he found out my wife was pregnant, he gave me some great advice.

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