Day 15
After I did some more exploring I made my
way back to camp I wanted to make better axe. In one hand and stored
my items in my chest and sat near my alchemy engine to figure out a
way to make sturdier tools. Some odd reason the goal here isn’t
flimsy it’s scary and strong. And it acts out of the extra gold I
had. Because the contacts by more hounds had some of their teeth but
I didn’t quite know what to do with them and said keep them for a
rainy day and I was able to collect some spider eggs. Those jewels
were making me curious as to what I could make out of them. I had to
keep my priorities straight and had an idea to create a tent. I was
able to use the excessive amount of spider silk I had with some rope
and reinforced branches I made the tent. Maybe this tent will help me
regain some of my sanity as I feel as though every day I get crazier
and crazier. I wanted to sleep for the rest of the day. It was
starting to get cold outside. I look at my Wintometer and the liquid
was dropping. I went to my tent and slept for the rest of the day and
night.
Day 16
Woke up and started traveling south I explored pretty much all of
the north and east of my camp. It was time I head south and see what
was down there. I followed the shoreline as my guide as I usually do,
it and filling in the gaps later. I came across the borders of a
rather peculiar area, the ground was somewhat purple and the humidity
as I got closer that more and more intense. There was a feeling of
uneasiness going through my body. The trees and bushes are thorny
and it looked as though there were monsters hiding in the ground.
When crossed the borders I wanted to leave. So I did, and continued
exploring the south.
Day 17
I still have much to explore of the southern
borders of this world, but I was too paranoid to explore the swamp.
When I discovered it, a chill ran through my spine. I found another
skeleton, all though this is not the first one I found in this area I
kept thinking to myself, “What if that was me? Could that be if I
don't survive?” It was an unusual find. There was something on the
ground next to this skeleton. When I got closer I noticed it was a
miner’s hat. One of those helmets with a light on the front. There
was also a pickaxe and a few golden nuggets lay about. He must have
been a miner of sorts. Although I find it strange to say someone is a
miner when they don’t harvest minerals form underground.
As I was walking away I felt as though my
mind was slipping away. Not like before when I would zone out. It
felt as though I was going insane. I found some peculiar flowers near
me. They felt evil. I know that sounds strange even when I am writing
it but that is the best way I could explain them. They were in a
circle, with an object in the middle. The item was a box with a
handle. I don't know what I could use it for but I had to pick it up
and take it with me just in case. You never know when you might need
something like that.
Day 18
I spent most of my morning just roaming the
area, taking notes on what I had discovered. I came across an area
that was rather misty and chilly. I had a feeling that this is a
place where the dead slept. The area I stumbled upon was a graveyard.
As I recall this are by writing this journal entry I become more and
more terrified for my own well-being and state of mind. I was in this
graveyard but something came over me. I grabbed my shovel and started
digging out the graves. As I dug up each and every grave I felt less
like myself and more like a selfish evil being. I couldn't stop I had
to keep finding out what was in these graves. I mostly found odd
trinkets, probably items they were buried with that belonged to them.
I came across the last of the graves and there was something very
unsettling about this one. I ignored my thoughts and dug up the
grave. I heard a loud yell, there was nothing around me. That is when
something rose from the ground, a ghost. It opened its mouth and it
let out a piercing shriek like ungreased grinding metal.
This must have been my punishment. No matter
how far I ran from the ghost, it chased me. I could not hide. This
thing was out for blood. I realized I had a fight. As confirmation
that this was no ordinary place, I was able to fight the ghost with
my spear. I was screaming, flailing my spear about hitting the
ghost. It made no noise of being hurt, and eventually, it was gone.
My eyes were closed the entire time. When I write this, I begin to
wonder, was that ghost really there? I will never forget this
experience, and the unspeakable crimes I had just committed, and that
alone is haunting my dreams.
