Today, I exorcise my fears. I will not be ruled by superstition, allow shadows to dictate where I tread, and jump at the stirrings of rodents. That cottage is as empty as all the others, aside from mine. Today, I prove it.
When next I write, it will be with a steady hand and a steady mind, secure in the knowledge that the ruin is a ruin like any other, and the sea that surrounds me is no more malignant than any other mindless force of nature.
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The Quiet Sea
HorrorNo one lives on the island anymore. But plagued by a lack of sleep and an unshakable feeling of wrongness, its last visitor begins to question whether they are really alone.
