Aisle 15

Aisle 15: The Lost Aisle of the Abdura Islands


Day 14: By all that is holy I scarcely believe what I am about to set forth in this journal. The events of last night will forever be ingrained in my mind.

For the past week we, the survivors, have heard unsettling noises coming from a distance in the jungle. We all assumed it was some nocturnal beast moving about, and as it never came close to the edge of the jungle, where we have taken up camp we gave the unknown creature little of our attention. There was, up until last night, no reason for any of us to believe that the beast in the jungle was dangerous for every day scouting parties have set out to get the lay of the land and none have ever come back to report any dangerous beast or any signs of violence. Again, I say that is until last night.

As I have mentioned before, Miss Weathersbea's night terrors have increased with each passing night, though she had since stopped ranting about her visions as the good doctor had convinced her that it was just a trick of the mind caused by stress. We had all, by this point, gotten use to the screaming of Miss Weathersbea, this I fear was our undoing. It happened roughly three hours after we had all retired for the evening. I had just closed my eyes and had successfully begun my decent into slumber when I was started by Miss Weathersbea's shrieks of fear, but as I said, since we all have dealt with this since a few days after landing on this island I, nor any one else, bothered to go out and see if everything was as it should be. It wasn't until I heard the twins scream that I took notice. Grabbing my service revolver I rushed out into the night only to be confronted with a sight I shall ever be haunted by.

There right before me in the dim light of the waining moon I saw a large, monsterous figure thrashing its way through the camp. It was like no man nor beast I had ever seen before. In form it resembled a large oxen. But there seemed to be tendrils coming from its body. Tendrils that had the two Hanson twins in their grasp. Several men tried to rush the beast only to be knocked asunder by one of the hefty tendrils. Doctor Kayleb rushed towards me and pulled me out of the way as the beast lashed out in my direction. Up until that moment I was oddly entranced by the behemoth. I can't say what caused it but, I seem to recall with a shudder that while my eyes were locked on the beast I felt a sense of calm. What could have caused such a queer feeling at a time like that is beyond my understanding. Perhaps it was similar to the shock that Doctor Kayleb claimed to be the cause of Miss. Weathersbea's night terrors or Jacob's mad dash into the sea. Regardless it took but one shake from the Doctor for my senses to return to me.

I attempted to open fire at the beast, but though I am certain I had hit the thing spot on I could not seem to see any affect. Quickly I had the Doctor and several other men who were not rendered incapacitated by the beast all ready run to the fire pit and bring torches. If bullets could not harm the beast, perhaps fire would at least cause it to depart.

With luck the fire seemed to drive the beast off. But we only managed to save one of the twins, Harris. His brother Henry is now lost to us. Taken by that monster.

We are now discussing plans for building fortifications against a future attack and every scouting party is now charged with keeping a look out for possible hiding places for this creature.

I must rest now, as the supplies we landed here have been growing thinner and to help the rest I have been only partaking in half of my desired rations. I am becoming weak and that strange feeling of calm has been creeping into my head all day. I fear for what tonight might bring.