The Island Part 7 The End By Adam Atkinson

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

In August of 2006, Adam Atkinson went missing - he was last seen on a remote island off the coast of Suffolk. All that was found was his log book and a battered camera ...

Friday: Didn't catch a wink, not ... a ... wink. There was something out there moving, watching, waiting. Heard a large crash at 3am. It was getting closer to the hut each painful hour that passed to a point I could hear it outside the window - whoever it was, whatever it was.

Oh the dawn, the dawn came and quelled my fears and the evil without seemed to leave. One thing...... the birds have stopped scratching. So tired, so tired ... Shit, woke up at 5:30pm, its 3 hours to nightfall, I've done nothing. I have the dreaded feeling the thing from last night will return, no, correction ... I'm damn sure of it.

8:00pm: Nothing as yet. Must have been my stupid adolescent imagination - you idiot Atkinson. If Ray Mears could see you now, he'd call ya a city slicking wussie pants and he'd be right to do so.

9:12pm: It's out there. 9:56pm: Large growling moans and a strange long wailing screech that chilled me to the very bones. 10:39pm: It was near the work shed - for how long I don't know - then a shadow flashed past the far window. 10 hours till the boat comes, god save me.

11:17pm: Scratching, clawing, the door, there's something on the other side of the door. I can't take this much longer. 11:33pm: I saw its eye, its huge yellow eye - I know its purpose now ... it wants to kill me.

If anyone gets this log book then please pass it on to my loved ones. I have sat here in silent terror at what waits for me beyond the fragile plywood that makes up my refuge. Hear this: I have, well I hope I have lived a decent life. There's been the odd mistake and regret but if I'm honest for at this time it is all I can be, I'd change nothing. This is probably my last record on this earth and grateful for it I am.

I came to this island with the fresh faced naivety of a grinning idiot but I shall leave this earth as a man. Father, mother, brother, that barmaid in the Wickerman Arms I love you all, but unfortunately I'm wanted outside. If that thing's going to eat me then it's got a fight on its hands. Au revoir cruel world...au revoir........

The End

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