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Thursday, October 25, 2018

Night of One Hundred Horrors (Night 11) - Combing Too Deep [#44]

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            It was a cold autumn day, the seashore was quiet, with only the occasional sound of a car from the nearby road. A Beachcomber walked along by the sea. They were on the hunt for anything valuable that may have been washed up by the storm from the previous night. Their search proved fruitless until the stumbled upon a rare sight. A shipwreck had washed onto shore, rusted, old and torn from age.
            It was a modestly sized ship, like any docked at a small town harbor. The Beachcomber was delighted, however. As the first on the scene, he had first rights to everything he saw. Deep inside he knew he should report such a find to the authorities, and he planned to do as such. That didn't mean he couldn't pilfer the site, it was his finder's fee he told himself.
            The Beachcomber made his way up to the dilapidated ship. He brushed aside the scum and seaweed which obscured the boat's name. "Second Wind," it read, the letter's faded and cracked. The Beachcomber chuckled at the eerily familiar name. Next, they moved aboard the ship, ready to find their prize.
            The deck was filthy, coated in rust and a possessed moldy stench. The Beachcomber plugged his nose and tried to avoid the many puddles of seawater that collected along the deck. They searched high and low for any remnants of the crew's possessions, but the deck was a wasteland. To their luck, they spied a large hole in the hull that stretched up into the deck.
            The Beachcomber spied into the ship's interior, it was pitched black and featureless. With the only sound being the movement of water. The Beachcomber entered carefully and scoured through the interior. In the far corner, at the bow of the ship, a small bit of light illuminated a set of crates and boxes. The Beachcomber rubbed their hands together and poured over their treasure.
            To their frustration, they found only fishing rods, ropes, and lures. They cursed their luck until they saw buried behind all of the crates was a most curious item. A cage, large enough for a man, perhaps even a bear, was trapped in the corner. The beachcomber felt a spot of concern well up in their chest. Fearful they'd find a dead animal or worse in the cage.
            Against their better judgment, they observed the cage closer. Yet, they could see nothing in the darkness. However, they could hear something breath. It was no natural breath it was quiet but rough. The Beachcomber was puzzled but quickly concluded a small animal had nested in the boat.
            To their misfortune that was not the case. Instead, as they peered ever closer a single eye opened from within the cage. This single, yellow eye stared right back at the Beachcomber and pierced into their soul. The Beachcomber sweated but thought they were still fine. After all, whatever the creature was it was trapped in the cage.
            The Beachcomber backed away slowly, the light behind the shifted as they moved. As their eyes better adjusted to the dark, they realized to their horror in this altered light the cage was open. The bars along the sides had all rusted off, and the obscured creature within the cage had begun to move.
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            "Reports are coming about the missing ship the Second Wind. It has finally been found," the newscaster announced. "The shipwreck washed along the eastern shore sometime last night. The ship first disappeared about one month ago on its maiden voyage. Police are already on the scene investigating the wreck. However, questions still remain. Despite the ship only going missing recently, reports state the ship has suffered years worth of wear and rust. Experts have yet to speak on the matter. The police are more interested in the whereabouts of its missing crew of five. More at 11."

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Only two nights remain, there horrors will reach their height so very soon.
Until then, Read, Comment and Enjoy.

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