Declan Sweeney Was Here
The Cursed Book, Entry I
I'm stuck here on Wetherby Island. It looks like I'm here for the night with nothing but my thoughts and this book for company. I have no kindling or firewood and this book doesn't want to rip. If I go from exposure I want whoever finds this to know what I saw. At least then no one else will be caught out. Me and my horse, Cobb, were gathering seaweed for the farm. We arrived a few hours before low tide. It was a bright calm night. Cobb was pulling the rake and I was loading it on to the cart. By low tide, we cleared the near shore and went around the far side of the island. By all reasoning we had another 3 hours until we'd need to turn back. Around then's when I noticed this book among the kelp. The white pages were fluttering even though there was no wind. I went to pick it up but suddenly a gust swelled up around me. The book was blown up on to the island. Sand and sea spray were churning all around me, blocking the light. Above the wind I heard Cobb brake free of the rake and bolt back the way we had come. Then I felt the chill of the sea around my ankles. I panicked and made a run for the island. I got out of the sea and up the hill above the high waterline. I kept climbing feeling my way up the slope, the wind pushing me onward. I got into the ruins and hunkered in behind a crumbled wall to catch my breath. Looking around, there's not much left of Wetherby House but there's a large hearth with the chimney top collapsed. It's big enough to shelter and keep most of the wind and sea spray at bay. Thats where I ended up toniight to escape the elements, that's where this book ended up too.
Prompt:
You come face to face with one of your fears, but not in a potentially deadly situation. What about the scene feels unnatural?
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