JAMES TO BEATRICE:

Oh Beatrice, my love,

This night brings new terrors.

The situation has become impossible, my mind can not cope with the horrors that assault my mind, and now my eyes. Drake is possessed by the devil himself. I have seen him change before my very eyes.

Oh, it did terrify me. I do not know what to think anymore.

Robert and I were in the crew room, sipping at our stew in a feeble attempt to provide some normality. We sat in silence, and thought upon Drake, moaning to himself from the bowels of the lighthouse. The moaning stopped. All was still, cold and dark. Then we heard the footseps… coming up the lower stairs. There was something about the pace of those steps that made us shiver so. Robert and I did dart from the room with all haste, and made for the bedroom. Robert was faster than I was, he ran as if Lucifer himself were clawing at his back. I was not so quick, and turned to face Drake as if my mind were not my own. He was standing by the crewroom, the light from open doorway threw a ghostly hue over his grinning face. It was horrible to see. I stood transfixed for what seemed hours, I could not move.

I must have passed out, for the next thing I knew, Robert was slapping my face and calling my name. I was propped up in bed, and feeling most the worst for wear. A thoroughly wretched sensation. The main dresser was pushed up against the door, as a barricade. Robert must have acted fast. I feel I owe him my life.

With time, my mind cleared, and Robert and I began to make our plans. Spivey is due to make this weeks delivery in the morning. We will signal him from the window, and warn him of the danger. He can fetch help. He must help us. He may be our only hope in this….

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