Blackwater Islands was hypnotized by a strange delight

She was saying something; that jaw moved and his one eye was wide, fixated on that face, that wound, those eyes — he knew he knew he knew, Maegi.

The man was screaming, moaning, spittle flying from his lips and greasing his teeth.

We're on an island.

Mou please. . .

you know me.

Maegi, he sucked a stale breath of air inward, and with it her name. The repulsion remained. He pressed against the wall and it hurt but he did not wake up.

'Y0u're not asleep this time.'

Maegi— 'You know me.' nuh, sh, dead, dead DEADh! He couldn't help but lash out. Cornered, as much by her there as the walls around him, as the darkness, and the knowledge that she had died long ago.

Teeth swarmed in the dark — unlike the plague of nightmares, they did not come for him.