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On unnamed island, April 1st 1925, hours into the hike

3rd POV

The scene opens up where they last left off. With Juliet screaming historically at the fluid drained corpse. As she screamed in horror, a hand fell on her shoulder. Panic she swats it away in a mad fit. However, she found it to only be Olof standing above her. She then fell into his arms and weeped madly in fear. As she does, the sound of the group approaches. They must have heard her screams and are racing to find her. As she races to find her Ren approaches the body. Eyes widen in horror as he analyses the body. Drained of all his fluids, eyes were hollowed, and his skin pulled back that the bones can be seen. He looks on at the corpse, so wrapped in the strange cocoon that it reminded him of one place.

"Oh gods no." Ren mutters to himself as he watches a tarantula crawl out of the eye socket.

As he stares down with horrified look on his face the group had finally found the three… and the corpse with them. Instant shock and horror hit the group upon seeing the corpse. Few have seen men die in some terrible ways, but this. They have never seen a man sucked dry before.

Nervously, Professor Whitley approaches the corpse. Studying intensely. As he does Olof speaks to Juliet. She had calmed down, least to no longer screaming bloody murder. "You alright Ms. Scarlet?"

"N-No… not alright. I'm far from alight." Juliet said as her pupils have yet to dilate. "I… I hate bodies. Even the ones in the museum. I would never able to stand them… but this… this is much, much, much worst!"

"Yeah, but it's just as important to remain ca…" Before Olof could finish, Juliet pushed him away in a fit of rage.

"CALM! YOU WANT ME TO STAY CALM!" Juliet shrieked in anger. "You remain calm when a cadaver lands on you!"

Before Olof could apologies, she stormed away angry. Olof was about to go after her but a voice called out. "Don't bother. Dame ain't going to listen to a thing you say."

"(Sigh) Yeah, your probably right." Olof remarks to the unnamed member of the expedition.

As he watches her stumble off, Ren watches closely as professor Whitley inspects the corpse with morbid interest. Mumbling to himself as he inspects the corpse. As he does a fellow expeditionary member knelled down beside him.

"What did him in, doc?" The crew member asked.

"Not sure… (Sigh) If only Dr. Flug was here." Professor Whitley remarks as he scratches the back of his head.

"I think that is Dr. Flug." Ren remarks, causing the two to look at him with a raised brow. Ren then points to the watch on his wrist. Without the fluids the damn thing would have fallen off if not for the hand. However it was noticeable that on the under part of the leather watch was something written. Looking closely, he can see the words, property of Dr. K Flug.

"… Oh dear lord." Professor Whitley said as he removes his pith helmet. "He's right. I recognize that watch anywhere. Was a gift from his wife… the poor lass. We were suppose to meet up with his group at the dig sight. I wonder what happened to him?"

"What ever it is… not sure it's safe to bring back the body." The man said as he stands up.

"You can't be serious." Professor Whitley objected. "We need to properly burry him."

"Why bother. He's already buried." The man said as he lights up a cigarette. Professor Whitley was about to object when Ren interrupted.

"We are aren't equipped to transport him. And if that isn't enough, we still don't know where the rest are. For all we know, they can be hanging in the trees like the Doctor here." Ren points out.

"Kids right. We can't deal with a dead body. An if the thing that did this to him got the others, then we aren't safe here." The man said in agreement as he takes a drag from his cigar.

Professor Whitley kicked up some fuss, but by the time he was done he realized the two were right. With much begrudgement. The group packs up and return back to trail, leaving behind the five now presumed dead, members of the expedition. Nobody said a sound, all kept an eye on the tree lines. Wondering if whatever took the five away was still stalking them. Hours go by and by the time the afternoon sun everyone was ready to drop dead in exhaustion. A camp was set up with the entire supply of firewood used up, out of fear that someone would be taken in the night. Like the trail the group was quiet. Not a single voice spoke loudly the entire night.

Near the center of the camp, Olof tends to the fire as he overlooks a picture of his family. Was his kids tenth birthday and his half-sister made the long journey to meet them. Was one of the happiest memories of there lives. However looking over the photo he couldn't help but think about his son. And where in the world he is. After a few moments his thoughts were interrupted by a faint voice clearing her voice.

"Um… Mr. Larsson… I'd like to, apologies for my actions. Earlier today." Juliet said sincerely.

"It's alright. You were in shock. Can't blame yah for it." Olof said as he waved of the sincerity.

"No… I mean yes, just… (Sigh) like I said earlier. I can't stand dead bodies. I have what people call necrophobia. Can't stand the sight of them, much less the thought." Juliet said with a shudder.

"Oh? How did that happen?" Olof asked causing Juliet to raise her brow. Olof then explains, "My half sister married this German doctor. Had some interesting theories on phobias and suggested that by talking about the root of the phobia helps one overcome it."

"… Well, suppose it started in the summer of 1902 I was about six, maybe five at the time. My brother and his friends would dare each other to touch the door of the old witches house." Juliet explains as memories of her childhood come flooding in.

"I live in Arkham, never left the confines of the town till now really. The town has a long and dark history. One legend was of this old house on the corner of Parsonage and Pickman St. The old witches house. Once own by a famous historical figure she supposedly sighed her name in an demons book and became a witch. Rumor had it she ate children in bizarre rituals. So as a dare kids would challenge each other to touch the house." Juliet explains as a flashback of her as a kid came to mind. She entered the house with a group of bigger kid.

"My brother and a few of his friends were dared to spend one hour in the house. I don't know how he convinced me, but I went with him. We spent the hours in that house, and while nothing happened I couldn't help but feel the chill of the dark history in that place. I went to find the bathroom, and when I came back my brother and his friends had left me. Left me alone in that terrible house." Juliet monologued as the scene shifts to a scared little girl trapped inside the old witches house. As she rocks back and fourth, terrified beyond belief as she heard crackling noises within the old walls. However a hand held out in front of her. Causing her to pause between the tears to look up at the unknown figure.

"I would have spent the entire night, trapped in that house. If not for him. A friend of my brother came back for me. Thomas. He was a few years older then me. It might have been young love but from that day I was heads over heels for him. My knight in shining armor." Juliet recalls as a child with black hair walks her out of the house and back home. As he does the young Juliet looked up at him with star struck eyes. As the two walked back the flashback ends, returning back to jungle.

"Hmm, sounds like a regular Seraphim. What ever happened to him?" Olof asked causing Juliet to frown.

"A year later he moved away. Tragic fire killed his parents in an awful fire. Last I ever saw of him was that he was on a train for the west coast." Juliet said with a sad look on her face.

"Oh, sorry to hear that. Um, was he the one who inspired yah to pursue a career as an Archeologist?" Olof asked trying to change the subject.

"Heh, more like a glorified secretary; but yeah." Juliet said with a chuckle before leaning back to look up at the sky. The night sky was full of wonder, stars flashing brightly with beauty. After watching them, she then continued without take her eyes off them. "He encouraged me to follow my dreams like my personal idol, Margaret Murray. Though at the time he could have been saying that to make me feel better. Still I took his words to heart and went into the books. Lucky for me one of the best colleges in the country was a few blocks away from my home."

"Well, that's fairly lucky. Never had a former education, but seems many people are getting it these days." Olof said as he looked up at the night sky.

"Really?" Juliet asked with a raised brow.

"Yep, everything I'd learned was from my years working in shipping. Been all over the world, learned to speak fluently in five languages, learn the customs and cultures of ten, and fell in love in Hong Kong." Olof said with a smile before waving it off. "Baaa, you don't want to hear this Gammal man, talk about what was a life time ago."

"No, actually I'm quite intrigue. I was planning on using this expedition to jumpstart my trip to Egypt. By chance you've been there?" Juliet asked with great interest. Olof simply smiled and told her about the time he was delivering cotton from the Alexandria. As he told her the view pulls up towards the night sky before a time shift happens.

Hours goes by before pulling back down on the campsite. The men and women of the expedition were completely exhausted. Sleeping soundly in there tents or outside around a smoldering fire. As they all slept, the view pulls toward the forest line. After a few moments of the jungle whispering in the wind, a set of multiple yellow eyes flash in the bushes. Silent hushes can be heard as a few feminine figures emerge from the jungle. They silently move through the campsite. Hushing in a strange clicking noise. They move through the campsite, inspecting the many sleeping men. They soon came upon Ren, who was shaking in his sleep. Possibly from one of his many nightmares. As one reaches down, about to stir him, a silent hiss pulled the stranger away. It clicked and hissed in an almost angry voice before pointing to a man sleeping inside the tent. The two made there way over, along with many others. Once inside they found a number of high ranking members of the expedition sleeping soundly in there cots. They chanced upon Professor Whitley, who was sleeping soundly. The four mysterious figures took note to his plump size. Laying there filthy hands all over it. This causes the professor to slowly awake from his slumber.

"hmm, wha? What the…" His eyes adjusted and for a faint moment, he thought he'd seen four very attractive females at the foot of his cot. But when his eye did adjusted to dark, what he saw caused him to let out a blood curdling scream.

For added effect, play Jurassic Park: The Lost world Soundtrack-07 Rescuing Sarah

The camp awoke to Professor Whitley screaming. Panic sets in as the group stumbled blindly in the dark, before unknown attackers grabbed or piked them where they stand with makeshift spears. Ren bolted up to the sounds of screams. He at first thought to be having another nightmare, till he saw blood splatter the tent. He soon realized it was real and quickly got to his feet. Archeologist, and treasure hunters alike ran about unsure where to go as their numbers were being picked off. Ren saw archeologists impaled with makeshift spears. Treasure hunters dragged into the thick of the bushes, and shade of horrifying eyes glowing all around him.

"Oh gods… Ot fhalgof'nn ot ph'nglui uaaah'li n'ghft." Ren mutters to himself as he hears the clicking noise from behind him. Suddenly he fell to the ground and was being dragged towards the jungle.

Meanwhile Olof was looking for Ren and Juliet. Screaming out there names when he spots Juliet, rushing out of the tent, covered in blood. Barley clothed as she held on to a satchel tightly. Just then something tripped her. She fell to the ground hard with her glasses flying off her face. She tried to get up when the sap like rope begins dragging her back into the tent. She screamed for help as she was being pulled. Acting quickly, Olof raced towards her. He narrowly avoids being skewered by one of the flying spears. He quickly grabs Juliet before she's pulled into the tent.

"I got you!" Olof shouts as he pulls on Juliet's arm. He managed to pull her away when suddenly the thing on the other side of this strange sap gave a vicious pull. Nearly bringing him inside. "Ugh, ok, maybe not entirely."

Olof struggles as his feet are being dragged towards the tent with Juliet screaming in agony. Olof tried his best, but he could feel his grip loosening. Just when Juliet's hand was about to slip from his hands, Ren emerges out of the darkness and cut the rope with his weapon. The two fell backwards onto the ground, looking up to see Ren firing blindly into the tent. The two could hear the screams within of something inhuman. Ren then turned to the two before shouting, "RUN!"

He raced over and quickly picked up the two. They both were dragged by the surprisingly strong boy before they found there footing. Just as they do, spears begin raining down. The three narrowly evaded them as they raced down the road.

"WHAT (Huff, Huff.) IN VID GUDS (Huff, Huff.) SKÄGG OCH DJÄVELENS (Huff, Huff.) ARSLE! (Huff, Huff.) ARE THOSE (Huff, Huff.) THINGS!" Olof shouts with a mad look of panic on his face.

"Now's not (Huff, Huff.) the time (Huff, Huff.) to ask!" Ren shouted as he brush aside some leaves. "Just keep (Huff, Huff.) running! And stay out of the (Huff, Huff.) jungle as best as you can!"

"How! (Huff, Huff.) We are surrounded (Huff, Huff.) by jungle!" Juliet Shouted as a spear wizzes overhead.

"Just stay on the (Huff, Huff.) trail! Don't look back! (Huff, Huff.)" Ren shouts as he jumps over a log.

The three quickly bolts down the path. The hissing and clicking noise not to far away as spears were thrown at them with dangerously close accuracy. Not only were they dodging spears but also jumping over roots, rock, and mud. Vine's, leaves, and palms smacked there faces as they raced down the path. All they can hear beside the beatings of there hearts was the distant screams of the expedition, and the unknown attackers hissing loudly. The three soon came to a split in the road, with timing being important they opted to go right, but that proved to be a mistake. A trap was sprung and two logs were released from the jungle. Ren spotting this quickly grabbed the two before the log's crushed them. As the three laid on there backs, breathing heavily from the shock and exhaustion they saw multiple figures racing out of the jungle towards them. Prompting them to race back the way they came. Racing left they ran up hill, towards the cliffside. As they ran, they found a bridge leading over a steep fall. Not sure when it was built or if it will hold up there weight, they raced to it. Only to see the mysterious figures on the other side. They were humanoid and yet crawled along the wall with inhuman strength.

"Ah Helvete! Turn back!" Olof shouts as he was about to run backwards. Sadly as he can see the shadow of the attackers racing up the cliff side towards them.

"Oh, god. We're going to die here!" Juliet screams in panic as Ren takes pot shots at the creatures on the wall. They were very agile beast, but after a few burst shots the creatures fell from the cliffs to their deaths. However, one fell through the rope bridge destroying it.

"I stand corrected… we are most certainly going to die here!" Juliet shrieked as tears of fear ran down her eyes.

"Only if we stay up here." Ren said as he looks for a way to escape.

"I'm not one to be a pessimist. But I don't think those fancy guns of yours can take on those vilda män." Olof remarks as a spear barley misses him.

Ren looks around for a few moments before noticing something. At the bottom of the cliff was a waterfall, leading into a water pool. He wasn't sure how deep it as, or if they were too high up to survive. Then again it was the only way he could see all three possible escaping.

"No they can't." Ren said as he approaches the two before grabbing them by the hand. "And hopefully we won't need to."

Before either one could react, Ren pulls them off the cliff. Diving towards the water and not a moment to soon as the unknown attackers had caught up to where they were standing. They let a howl as there victims surely must be dead. They let out an angry hiss as they walked away. As they do, the scene shifts to one who was looking down. She seems to be wearing a torn and decaying habit. Though that is all that is seen as the scene cut's to black.

The scene then opens up on a calm river, down away from the cliffsides. Only the sound of the hollow wind can be heard before the sound of loud gasping can be heard. Ren pulled himself from the water, followed by Olof and Juliet who were wheezing.

"(Cough, Cough) Did you seriously… (Cough, Cough) pulled me off (Cough, Cough) a cliff… again? (Cough, Cough)" Olof struggled to say in between his coughs.

"(Cough, Cough, Cough, Cough) Again? (Cough, Cough)" Juliet asked in disbelief as she struggles to breath.

"Yeah, well least we're all alive and in one piece." Ren remarks as he pulls himself to his feet, only to come face to face with sun bleach skeleton. Hanging precarious from the tree, around the campsite. Juliet screamed in shock from the sight of such a thing. Cowering behind Olof as he looks on in shock.

"Well…Déjà vu." Olof remarks with a disturbed look on his face. It took him a few moments before the shock left his mind. As it does, Ren remarks about something that caught his attention.

"Spaniards. Course that explains why there was so many." Ren remarks as he get's up. He walks into the abandoned camp, leaving the two confused by his strange behavior.

The three spread out, looking for supplies all while attentively listening for any sign of their attackers. As they scout out the campsite. Juliet managed to find a compose, though rusting it still works. Meanwhile Ren and Olof were searching a torn up tent. They found a few flintlocks but they were beyond either one's capability of fixing. As they looked, Olof found a rusty saber could be useful for cutting the foliage. As he inspects the blade he then turn to Ren and asked.

"You've have any ideas what or who those people were?" Olof asked as he gives a few practice swings.

"A few theories. But there too small to be them… least far as I've seen." Ren answers as he pushes aside an empty water skin.

"Like what? Far as I'm sure it's better that you tell me what in Odin's beard is hunting us on this fara ö." Olof said in annoyed hush. Ren didn't look at him. Rather he'd kept searching through the tent till he spotted a rotting leather book. Reaching down he carefully exhumes the book. As he does he notices the blood spots on the book, how it lets out a small sigh before commenting.

"They moved like the spawn of Atlach-Nacha. A deity who spins a web that binds the dream and waking world together. It's possible this island drifted south from Siberia. Where the gateway is hidden." Ren remarks as he opens the journal and flip through it's pages sadly much to his disappointment. "But like I said there too small to be her brood. They could be oversize Tcho-Tcho for all I know. (Sigh) damn it."

He then turned to Juliet who was overlooking a skull with much discomfort. Ren called out to her and she nearly jumped in fright. After giving her a moment Ren then askes, "Do you know Spanish?"

"Um, no. I can speak ancient Mayan, Egyptian, and a bit of Portuguese but I can't speak Spanish." Juliet explains.

"I can. Learned it when doing trade in the Philippines." Olof remarks as he takes the book from Ren. He then looks at the page and squints to read the smudge words written upon the paper. As he does the view slowly pulls to the side transitioning to a brownish tan montage of events that transpire centuries ago.

"9 de mayo de 1648,

Habíamos descubierto la isla frente a la costa cuando nos dirigíamos a Filipinas. Una tormenta masiva desvió nuestro barco de su curso y dañó gravemente nuestra embarcación. Habríamos dado la vuelta si Alonso no lo hubiera visto. Oh, cómo desearía que estuviera en lo más profundo de la botella. Que él nunca había puesto los ojos en esta maldita mota de tierra. Cuando tocamos tierra por primera vez, el converso a bordo vino a tierra para dar gracias a Dios por este mirical. Pero la más joven de las hermanas, sor Francisca, desapareció. Nos quedamos en la isla buscándola. Sin embargo, cada noche que permanecíamos más miembros de nuestra tripulación perdíamos."

(May 9th 1648,

We had uncovered the isle off the coast when making way to the Philippines. A massive storm blew our ship off course and severely damage to our vessel. We would have turned back had it not been for Alonso spotting it. Oh how I'd wish he was deep in the bottle. That he'd never laid eyes on this accursed speck of land. When we first made landfall, the convert aboard came ashore to give thanks to God for this miracle. But the youngest of the sisters, Sister Francisca disappeared. We remained on the island looking for her. Yet each night we remained the more of our crew we lost.)

As the unknown narrator narrates in his native tongue, the scene shows a Spanish conquistador recalling the events of that evening. He and his fellow conquistador helped the nun's look for their missing sister. However, when they failed to find her, they set up camp. To which the unknown attacker set upon them.

"Los paganos del continente cuentan historias de una isla. Uno donde la muerte deambula por los árboles. Tejiendo una red de engaño y miseria. Se han llevado a todas las monjas y han matado a los hombres. Dios esté con ellos, pero parece que se ha quedado callado. Estamos en la orilla de la muerte, y solo el diablo responderá. En la cuarta noche descubrimos su puerta. Aunque lo intentamos, la puerta permanece cerrada y las pérdidas van más allá de lo razonable. Estamos obligados a abandonarlos."

(The heathens of the mainland tell stories of an island. One where death wanders through the tree's. Spinning a web of deceit and misery. They have taken all the nuns and killed the men. God be with them but it seems he has gone quiet. We are on deaths shore, and only the devil will respond. On the fourth night we discovered his gate. Though we tried the gate remains close and the losses are beyond reason. We are force to abandoned them.)

The scene then shifts to a monologue of the Spaniard conquistador's fighting nights against the unknown enemy and counting the missing nun's the following day. They did this repeatedly for days, nearly an entire week before suddenly coming upon a golden gate. Carved with multiple symbols of an unknown legged monstrosity. They tried everything to break down the door. Ramming it, shotting it, even using the cannon to try and blow a hole through it. Yet nothing. With sadness in there heart they left the captured nuns to an unknown and presumably horrendous fate. As they left the view opens up on the exhausted and sleep deprived. As he writes in his journal, he hears the noises from the jungle. Causing him to shudder in fright as his tired eyes looked around as if he was expecting something. He then turns back to his journal and finishes sketching the golden gateway.

"Ya es tarde, y no sé si es mi mente o el viento lo que me desvela. Pero dudo que alguna vez duerma profundamente en esta isla o alguna vez. Esta isla... está verdaderamente abandonada por Dios. Si esta es la última página. Que sea un aviso para huir, huir y nunca volver. La muerte deambula por los árboles. Tejiendo una telaraña de engaño y miseria... y como la mosca tonta quedamos atrapados en su telaraña."

(It is late now, and I do not know if it is my mind or the wind that keeps me awake. But I doubt I'll ever sleep soundly on this island or ever. This island... is truly god forsaken. Should this be the last page. Let it be a warning to flee, flee and never return. Death wanders through the tree's. Spinning a web of deceit and misery... and like the foolish fly's we are caught in her web.)

As the Monologue comes to an end, the scene shifts from the pages of the old journal to the temple entrance. There is stood, carved into the mountain with gold, gems, and dust. Signs of the Spanish futile attempts to break open the ancient tomb of unknown origins was replaced. Multiple tents were set up but they were like the Spaniard camp. Ransacked, torn, and a lot of blood spattered everywhere with no bodies in sight. As the wind blows in the morning sun, the three approach the campsite. Not sure what they will find within. Just that who ever these people were. They most likely came from within.

Hello Everybody Wombag1786 here.

So… that went sideways. Seems something went wrong with the previous expedition. The camp was raided, and looks like this has been going on for far to long. So the question is… what on gods green earth are those natives? Are they even human? Find out next time. But till then, let's answer some comments and questions.

From Black cross0: Really? Was going for Jurassic Park… oh well. A body hanging from a tree is a body hanging from a tree.

I hope this chapter proves a bit more exciting.

Thanks for writing Black Cross0

From Carre: 1. No problem.

2A. Eh it's the humid wet heat I can't stand. Can walk for miles in dry heat.

2B. Yeah… though it wasn't the statue that was cursed.

2C. Oh that's because a lot of inspiration is taken from Jurassic park, the second film. (Fun fact there's a little easter egg in the previous chapter.)

2D. … DAMN YOU GOOGLE TRANSLATOR!

2E. Yeah. Here in New England. They are everywhere. That and garlic is poisons to mosquito.

2F. Yep… then she went into damsel in distress mode.

2G. You think that's bad. I have Arachnophobia. Imagine writing this knowing what they are.

3. Thanks.

Thanks for writing Carre.

From Crimson Weresloth: Oh good. You made it… would have been sooner if you had a car… that I now recall being in your garage of the house I accidentally crashed into… heh heh… whoops.

Thanks for writing Carre

Now with that done, please Fav and Fol the story. Leave a comment or question down bellow and I'll get back to you. This is Wombag1786 signing off.