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Nevill Inn, Campus Village of Hafen
suspicious activity #1
yesterday, i arrived on the island. our house is at crest of a cliff, bordering a small village. my grandparents were preoccupied so i suggested that i might wander the land for an hour or so. a marvellous idea. i made my way to the end of our road and saw the shoreline- eerily deserted. it was also nearly inaccessible, and i had to stumble over long grass and concealed rocks before landing on the beach.
i made my way to the sea- a short walk. i was disturbed to find the water decievingly close, and decievingly deep.
of course, this didn't matter a jot. i continued walking, round beside the base of the cliffs. they looked grassy and low, and a good accompaniment to the stretches of earthy pebbles. my stroll was easy. the wind was mild and the weather was comfortably grey. i stopped to pick up a seashell, one that shone silver in a fleeting glimpse of sun. when i looked up again, i was shocked.
the cliffs i knew so well had turned dark, and most monstrous.
i whipped my head around, hair tangled in the now gruesome winds. at my feet where i had picked up the shell was the frail skeleton of a bird - a seagull, perhaps? - the hollows where eyes once were, staring up at me.
i remembered my terrible loneliness. surely i was the only one alive for miles. yet, there was something i could hear. the banging of a drum. i didn't want to look behind the cliffs.
i began to run back, sensing that something was not quite right. a most vile stench followed, i expected there to be something else dead somewhere close. that's what it smelled like- a rotting corpse. the rocks i trekked over were stained a peculiar red.
currently holidaying on an island just off the coast. some suspicious activity. will report later.