Somehow that sound broke the spell. Revulsion turned into blind fury. All of us jumped Ramon at the same instant. He fought like a man possessed, but between us we finally clubbed him into insensibility. We tied his hands and feet, dragged him below, and locked him into one of the storage compartments.

I no longer know what to do. Everything is falling apart.

We will do no more diving. We have discovered Atlantis, or whatever it is, and have marked its location. Now we must get out of here! Or we are all dead.

We are short another crew member. Old Curley lost it completely and will be of no help to us. He now just sits in a corner up on deck, whimpering softly and staring about him with wide, hysterical eyes. If anyone comes near him, he screams bloody murder until they leave.

What happened to Ramon? In five years of working with him, I have never even seen him lose his temper. Oh, he had his faults. I think he gambled a little bit too much, and I don't think he was faithful to any of his new girlfriends. But I think it really took something out of him when his wife died in that car wreck four or five years ago. But still, he always took good care of his kids. Spent all his time with them whenever we were ashore. He was always so reliable and steady. For God's sake, what happened?

Now I have to go cover up poor Sharlene. If we can't get the engines started, we will bury her at sea tomorrow.

I am eating aspirin like candy, but my headache keeps getting worse. And I cannot stop shaking. I feel cold inside. Everybody is complaining of severe headaches now. Just like Sharlene did before...

Oh, God. I would like to scream too!


5/5 It is hard to write. The pain is overwhelming. Like somebody is sticking a knife into my head. Trying to open it up. Trying to get in. The men. Roll around on deck. Writhe in pain. Hold their heads. Agony, agony, agony. Flop around like fish out of water. Can't resist. Can't. Wait!

My God. Oh, my God! I can see it! So huge! The thing in the deep dark! It stirs!


5/6 It must be tomorrow. I don't know what time it is. This will be my last entry. I am placing this logbook into a life raft supply box and throwing the raft overboard. The box has a distress beacon in it. It might be found.

May God have mercy on my soul for what I have seen and done last night. My ship is covered with blood. Ghouls and immortal demons walk its decks. I am one of them.

I knew I was in hell when I saw Sharlene running after a terrified Ramon, carrying her head under one arm. And a big butcher knife! She caught him and took a gruesome revenge upon him. On all the men.

Shrieks of unholy horror rang out all night across the dark green waters. It was a free-for-all of blood and gore. It was everybody against everybody. Torture, main, mutilate, butcher. A charnel house of slaughter and madness, except that our grisly corpses rise up again