I spoke up. Not because I wanted to. No, it was my DUTY to speak up and tell the truth. But they just yelled at me, called me "crazy", told me to sit down and shut up. How can I shut up when there's so much evidence?! I showed them everything. Everything! I don't understand why they don't see it, the truth. I guess they're blind, blinded by the FILTH they're fed from those who protect this town's secrets. Those who run this town, this island.
The sheriff, she's a good person but she's as blind as the rest of them, she has absolutely no idea what's going on right under her nose - Bannerman and her deputy both. The so-called "law". They're powerless and they are ignorant, just like the other "zombies" in this dying town.
The Pale Men will return. Not today, not tomorrow - but soon. I can FEEL them. I can smell them. They smell of brine and corruption, of the deep dark sea and of death, ancient restless death. The Pale Men are coming back and they will bring the poisoned mist with them, just as they did before, but this time there will be no protection, this time we won't be spared a watery grave by rituals and "good medicine".
This time they will drag us down, down, down into the black ocean where we will endure in cold pain and endless darkness for all eternity.
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