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, Poltregiest Central..
Member No.: 1
Joined: 30-September 07
A reply came back on the Radio from Jose...
"Shit, sorry Michael, forgot about how that places is. Are you alright at least?"
As for the lights, they came on brightly, and a hiss seemed to come as well, like something fizzling away, along with a puff of black smoke (Poltergeist Killed?). The back wall was illuminated enough that Michael as able to read it, which seemed to be written in blood...
Writing on the Wall
I've been stuck in this room for the longest time, one of the cooks having gone crazy and attacked me. I can't really blame him, a lot of people are in an uproar of panic and fear after we struck that iceburg. His mind probably just snapped from not wanting to die. I know I don't want to either, but I'm stuck here while the water rises unless someone happens to rescue me. I wonder if that nice girl Eleanor is looking for me... we did seem to hit it off those past few nights. Maybe... maybe she's sacrificing herself to look for me...
Oh god... I think hear the water rising outside the door... If this is the last thing I write, I write it in the blood from my shoulder, hoping that maybe it will never wash away... and that it may be read should someone find the ship...
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