Buried Truths

As the ferry floated on the blue-gray sea, amid the barrage of rippled waves, Garvin made a dash to the rest room. This was already the fifth time Garvin had visited the ferry's small bathroom since he boarded the ship, and he vomited at one of the toilet seats.

Unfortunately, he had already vomited all the breakfast he had not yet digested and the lunch he had eaten in a hurry before boarding the ship. Now all that could satisfy his need for vomiting was some gastric juices and a little saliva.

We'll be there soon. After struggling out of the bathroom, Garvin lay weakly on the half-man-high iron railing of the ferry, looking at the looming building on the sea to the right in front of him among the turbid waves. The black shadow of the far island served as a source of comfort for the troubled young man who continued to soothe his own nerves. Okay, relax, Garvin. Take a deep breath of fresh air, you will feel better.

As a result, just when he opened his mouth to take a deep breath, a big wave came with the wind, and the salty seawater immediately poured over his head and face, splashing into his mouth.

"Sir, the wind and waves are high today and it is not safe on the deck. Please go to the cabin." A passing crew member saw this and reminded him while trying his best to hold back his laughter.

"Okay, okay, thank you." Garvin wiped his face randomly and stumbled into the cabin door.

There were not many passengers on this ferry, only a dozen or so people scattered around the cabin at the moment. Many of them, like Garvin, looked bitter and depressed because of seasickness.

"Hey, where's this guy?" Looking at the pile of unattended luggage thrown on the seat, Garvin looked around, but couldn't find Sebastian who was traveling with him. He had no choice but to sit down in his seat now.

"Everything I said is true, I'm not trying to scare you!"

But before Garvin could sit, he was startled by a sudden rough male voice. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dark-skinned middle-aged man leaning in front of the service desk at the bottom of the east side of the cabin, talking to a beautiful stewardess in her twenties.

The man spoke with a local accent from Block Island, and with his skin color, body shape, and temperament, Garvin was basically sure that he was either a fisherman or a farmer.

There were probably very few passengers today, so the bored stewardess was sitting behind the service desk, drinking water from a medium-sized transparent plastic bottle. It was easy to tell from the expression on her face that no matter how horrifying or unbelievable things the middle-aged man told her before, she was not interested at all.

"Hey, beauty, you don't believe? Everything I just said were not made up, they all really happened!" Seeing the lady's expression, the middle-aged man couldn't help but raise his voice and emphasize again.

The stewardess just smiled in response. Obviously, she didn't know this man, and she had no interest in listening to his continued chatter.

But the man still kept talking. "Beauty, there are real evil in this world. Things beyond your imagination. When I was your age, I didn't believe in this either. But later, I followed the fishing boats around the open seas, riding the wind and waves, traveling all over the world. The more I saw things, the more I began to believe it.”

Garvin couldn't help but shake his head secretly after hearing this. In today's world, making up scary stories to frighten ladies was no longer a way to get closer to them. This was a different age. Little wonder the girls didn't even bother to talk to him.

"However, I have been to so many places with fishing boats and seen so many evil things. And you know what, the place that frighten me most is the Block Island. It's a totally evil place." The fisherman was obviously a talkative man. Even after the ladies ignored him, he still nagged them endlessly.

"Beauty, you haven't heard what the older folks on the island often say. A small island like Block Island, which is isolated from the mainland and surrounded by sea water, is most likely to accumulate dangerous energy and produce some unholy things. Do you know how many people die in vain every year on that island alone?"

At this point, he was like a pug waiting for meat and bones from his master. He stared at the stewardess with wide eyes, expecting a reaction from her. But as expected, the stewardess was very uncooperative. She didn't even bother to smile this time and just lowered her head to drink her water.

However, the fisherman was not someone who would give up easily. He continued his one-man show without any discouragement: "Beauty, do you know that there is a haunted house on the island in a place called Hacken Cliff?"

This time, the stewardess finally reacted, raised her head and glanced at him. "I know."

Garvin on the side was a little depressed after hearing this. The fisherman said that Block Island was unholy, and that there was a haunted house on the island. How could this make him feel relaxed when he was about to go to the island?

Garvin has had some terrible bad luck in the past six months or so. He seems to be particularly connected to the word "unnatural". He always saw ghosts while working in the hospital. He was on vacation now, and he planned to visit his grandma on Block Island, one of the remotest area of Rhodes Island in America. But before getting to his destination, someone said that the island was haunted. What kind of fate was that?

This connected him to another strange event, some time before he decided to go to Block Island. Almost every night, he would dream of a lonely island floating in the ocean. The narrow, green landscape and the pitch-black beach made this gloomy island look like a prehistoric giant crocodile coiling above the sea.

The water surface where this giant crocodile lurked was dark. Garvin in his dream always thought it was because the water was not very clean at first, but when he looked at it carefully, he was shocked to find that something was wandering back and forth under the water, which made the water surface dark.

It was pitch black.

What made him even more frightened was something like a huge black jellyfish, wandering around the island in the sea water. It was in the likeness of a black evil ghost with a pale skull face. At the same time, there was a faint voice coming from the depths of the island. It was unclear whether it was a man or a woman, but it could be heard that someone was calling his name, in a shadowy and sad tone, as if desperately calling him to come to this island. An island haunted by evil.

Every time the dream continued to this point, it ended abruptly, leaving him confused after waking up with a start.