November 25 - There has been a stop in the killings after Garret and the children. Things have started to return back to normal but you can see that the people are anxious. We have had some time to think, yes we have. To kill this thing we need to figure out it's weakness, yes it bleeds we know that but when it was stabbed the blood trail was short. That can only mean one of two things, either it patched itself up or it can heal quickly which seems unlikely.
The locals have been placing lanterns and candles outside their homes at night; it is said that the monster does not go to places that are well lit. But I can't bring myself to believe that.
I remembered something that could be of importance, my friend Frank back home told me that once when he was hunting for treasure in land of America the local Indians warned him not to trespass upon a certain mountain. When he asked them why; as he could speak their tongue; they told him that there lived a man-eating demon on there that mountain. Ofcourse Frank didn't believe them but he noticed the tribe used to light many torches in the side of their village that faced the mountain. These madmen used to sacrifice their cattle and throw the carcass in mountain's forest; they believed the demon would take that instead and spare them.
The village elder told Frank, as he was on good terms with them, that the demon was once a Spanish solider who was possessed and twisted into this monstrous existence. Nevertheless Frank decided to go around the mountain.
The time worries me quite a bit, we, our party was supposed to return back to Peshawar 20 days ago. From there we would travel back to England. But this snow has locked us up like prisoners with this thing that is hunting us. Our families must be worried for us.
The rain today, reminded me of Agnes; she loved the rain and found calmness in it's sound; the cloudy sky reminds me of her stormy grey eyes; this fire lit before me reminds me of her warm smile. I miss her, her soft hair, blonde as the dusk; her smell, like flowers pressed in an old book; her laughter, like the sound of a running stream. I wish I'd brought her laughter in a bottle with me along this only picture I have of her.
If I don't survive, if you're reading this, Agnes... I... No, I will say it to you when I see you again.
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Wai Woph (Completed)
Mystery / ThrillerWai Woph is an urban legend in the land of Kashmir; now used to scare children into obeying their parents, but it wasn't always just a story. This tale begins in 1777 as our hero Micheal, a British solider Journals about the mysterious deaths of loc...
