Journal, Log 1

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1777 - October 27: The water in the Jehlum river was red this morning, another man had been gutted and thrown in. Gloom is upon the whole city, children have been hidden, prayers made in the mosques and temples like never before. Why should they not fear? Another family had lost their father today, someone's son had been eaten alive. This was the 89th loss we suffered since I was posted here, to this unknown terror that hunts men across Kashmir. I miss home, I miss my Agnes. I haven't heard from her in months.

  I talked with Dr. Neil who examined the bodies before they were buried or burned. He's a strong man and we have never seen him this terrified. His attendent told us that someone or something opened the innocent man's ribcage and ate his organs, all while he was still alive. He tried to hide it but the look in the Doctor's eyes said it all, not even a bear was capable of this. We were being hunted by something far more ominous. To add to all this, the snow has locked the entire valley up, we can't leave.

  Out of the 89 deaths, 9 were women, 12 children and the rest men; 31 of which were Hindu the rest 37 Mohammedans. At first, the people thought this was a scare tactic, but then some police men went missing and some of our own soldiers.

  The locals are calling it 'WAI WOPH'.

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