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too. The fog seems to move with us and we are not sure exactly where we are. Lord help us.
    August 2: Went to relieve man on watch and no one was there. I called for the mate and he came up in his sleeping clothes. He came to me and said, “I have seen him. In the night. Tall and with muscles and wearing leather. I have seen him. I think he is down in those boxes. I will open them and cut him.” He pulled out knife and went down below. I think he is going crazy but I hear him scream. He ran up to me and say, “He is there! You must come with me, Captain.” Before I could grab him he jump into the ocean.
    This man, this man has been killing my crew and now jump into the ocean. He is crazy. He is the killer. How am I to explain at port and customs where my crew is?
    August 3: I see him. He is man, good-looking but white as paper. He walks my ship at night. I will not leave helm. I will tie my hands here. I wish I could jump into ocean but I am captain. I cannot leave my ship. I will die here.
     
    Holy f’ing crap. How crazy is that? Of course, it could just be, and probably is, some sort of hoax. Now that I think about it the man tied to the ship didn’t actually look that real. I’ll bet the crew wanted to pull one over on us and tied him there and hid below deck.
    Still h ave to say though, that this has been one heck of a journey so far.

To: [email protected]
    From: [email protected]
    Subject: Lucy’s Sleepwalking
    Date: August 9, 2012
     
    Hi Dr. Palmer, it’s Mina Murray. I just wanted to send you this quick note about Lucy. I know we’ve had her in treatment now for over a year because of her sleepwalking but the other night was worse than most and I just wanted to tell you about it.
    I got up in the middle of the night because I heard noises and I went to check on her (she’s staying with me now in Boston and has come back from New York). She wasn’t in her room. Sometimes she goes down to the kitchen so I went down there but she wasn’t there either. Then I saw that the backdoor was open. I ran outside calling out to her. I ran up through the garden and saw this stone table we sometimes use for picnics. Some black figure was there with a white figure. I ran up, thinking it might be Lucy, and the black figure was definitely something and it was bent over the white figure which I could see now was indeed Lucy. The black figure saw me and looked up but I couldn’t tell if it was some kind of animal or what. I glanced to Lucy and when I looked back, the animal was gone.
    I ran up to Lucy and she was cold, almost like ice. I ripped off my pajama top and put it on her. She kept grabbing at her throat like she was in pain and there was some blood there. I think she must’ve cut herself on some of the rose bushes.
    I know you said to never wake her, but I was so scared that I had to. Slowly, she came to her senses. I brought her inside, basically carrying her. I laid her down in the bed and she kept grabbing at her throat like she was in pain. I looked at the cuts and they’re deep.
    But the next day she seemed okay. The thing is, we went out to a club and we were waiting in line to get in and this guy was standing across the street. It was like, just some guy I’d never seen before and Lucy said the weirdest thing:
    “His red eyes again. They are just the same.”
    I looked to her and she was in this like, half awake half asleep, dreamy phase. I looked back to the man across the street and he was gone. When I started talking to Lucy about it, it was like she snapped out of some dream.
    We went to the club and she disappeared for a long time and when she came back she was in her dreamy state again. There was blood on her dress and I saw it was from those cuts on her throat which don’t seem to heal.
    I’m really worried about her, Dr. Palmer. It seems like the sleepwalking is getting worse and I’m worried she’s cutting herself. Those wounds on her neck look like she