Journal Entry #37
After two days of being stuck in the cabin, I'd finally worked up the courage to leave. I looked around for my shadow, thinking he may try to stop me.
He was no where to be found and so I opened the door and walked right out onto the deck. I glanced around expecting to see my shadow up there, but he
was no where to be found so I went about with my work.
The fog was very light now, I could see about a half mile or so out. The soft pastel colors were barely visible and whatever was left had mixed with
something else...as of yet I am unsure what that second substance is. An immense heat, the air stuck to my body. It was like there was some sort of
glue floating in the air. Within moments my body was coated with it. It made my skin tingle, an electrical static energy that was constantly moving
around upon my epidermis.
The hair follicles kept standing on end as waves of electricity danced about my body. Like a pianist floating his fingers over the ivory keys, the
hair would stand up and lay down as the current moved. The longer I stayed out, the more I felt changed somehow. It was as though the substance was
trying to alter my biological make up.
And the voices...soft whispers in my head. They started there at least, then echoed their way out into the atmosphere. Thousands of them, uttering
random thoughts and words. None of them made any sense. I felt like I was picking up random pieces of conversations, none of them were talking to me
though. It was almost musical, a steady drum beat, a beautiful hum, some high notes and low ones that combined together perfectly and never
I gathered my data sheets and switched out the SD card in my camera quickly. My hands shaking slightly from fear as well as from the electric energy
flowing through them. Every once in awhile I would catch a blurred movement out of the corner of my eye. When I looked over to focus on it, there
would be nothing there. The batteries, I had some in my cabin, I'd forgotten to grab them on my way up. I didn't want to go back down there...it had
become a safe house for me, a place that sheltered me through the storm and from the dangers of the deck.
It was also my cage, a prison that I had spent two full days locked up in. I was afraid to leave it yet also afraid to remain. But then I realized
that the whole boat was kind of my prison now. No way to control it, no way out. I was still at the mercy of my captors, which is the way I had to
think of whatever was outside, as I had yet to figure out if they were friends or foe.
I turned to walk back down to the cabin when I saw it. The vortice was starting to open up. Black as night it stood out against the colorful fog in
the sky. I stared at it in wondrous horror. It was about the size of the globe found in The Daily News office building. I assumed it had just opened
up...I hadn't seen it while I was busy messing with my equipment. And trust me, it was big enough that you would've noticed it immediately when you
stepped on deck.
What luck this was! To be at the epicenter of the phenomenon. Or was it luck? My boat has been out of my control for the last few days, controlled by
I don't know what. Was this all coincidence, or part of something much bigger than I'd ever imagined? Still, I took a few minutes to watch it, to
The black sphere was not actually black. It was like a window to another world. Well, maybe another star system. As I peered into it, from my point of
observation, I could see that it was actually a night sky filled with stars that I was looking at. Is this a doorway to another world? Am I looking
up at the night sky on some other creatures world?
I snatched up the camera and took pictures of it. Zooming in as far as I could, I could see a bit more clearly. It was a night sky, and I could see
two moons in their sky. One just slightly smaller than our own, and another, about 1/3rd the size of that. They orbited in union, like a mother and
child would stand side by side together.
Amazing...just simply amazing. This is exactly what I had thought. The creatures are from another world, another part of space. They use the vortices
to travel back and forth between here and there. But for what purpose? And why can they only open them up at certain times?
I got excited and ran down to the cabin, picking up the batteries and another SD card for my camera. I wanted to replace it again and look at the
pictures I just took immediately. As I swung around on my heals to head back towards the door.....he was sitting in the chair.
My shadow, who was no longer a shadow. He was completely solid now. His skin was black as night still, and the scales covered the whole of his body.
His facial features were fully developed it looked like. The nose still only two little holes within the center of his face. And his mouth, no more
than a slit. I don't think he could open it. I think it was more there for looks than anything else.
His eyes though, they no longer were just black pools. They had life in them. Dancing flecks of gold and red that were constantly moving as though
they were microbes floating in some sort of viscous liquid. My shadow, he was truly alive.
He stood up and walked over to me. Thrusting his fist in the space between us, he turned it knuckles up and slowly released one long, sliver like
finger at a time until his open palm was visible. He looked at the camera and waited for me to put it in his palm. A few words..."let me", and "don't
go up there" popped into my mind. They came as my own thoughts, but I knew they were his. I replied back "why?" and got no further response.
He motioned for me to sit down and turned quickly, walking up the steps and closing the cabin door firmly behind him. That was my day today. I
discovered a few things from it though, finally some answers.
My shadow, he..er..I really shouldn't call it a he. Especially now that I see it has no genitalia. It is now a completely self sustaining organism.
So, my theories on how it was feeding off of me were accurate.
The vortice is a doorway to another world. It is opened by the electromagnetic energy of this world, along with whatever energy they use from their
world. The fog was a way to combine the two energies, which then allowed the doorway to open. I can say that with almost one hundred percent
My shadow uses telepathy to speak to me. I thought this awhile back, but never could confirm it before, but there was always a worldly explanation for
it. After today, I know for certain that it is able to do so.
And, I have a ton more data to analyze from the last two days worth of recordings. It is going to be a long night, but I am excited to get started. I
wonder why my shadow wants me to stay down here though. When I asked it why, it wouldn't (or couldn't) respond. Does it know something I don't? Is the
atmospheric conditions on deck harming me? Or is there something it doesn't want me to know...something that I'm not supposed to see?
Hopefully I'll be able to discover the answers to those questions this evening as I work my way through these reports.