Once Upon a Black Kraken

Part 19 | An hour before twilight, Russel arrived on its own luxurious (and until now unknown) yacht to the island. It required a whole crew to sail it and seemed brand new. I waited on the small dock as some miserably paid employee brought down a plank for my boss to exit the imposing ship. He carried a rope over his shoulder and a magnet in his hand. “Where is Alex?” I questioned him already knowing the answer. “Don’t worry about that. He needed to do something today,” the man in charge of my probation lied at me. “Now, where is the treasure?” *** None of Russel’s employees came with us to the cliff on the other side of the island. “You sure everything is okay with Alex?” I insisted. The chilly wind brought a salty breeze, and last sunrays of the day promised this to be the coldest night of my time here. “Sure,” he replied while getting some papers out of his coat. “Look, I even got you a present. This signed document validates your probation as completed.” He ha...

  Part 18 | Finale I came out with a plan. You really can’t map out much ahead when you are dealing with the supernatural. But I had an outline of how to approach Dr. Weiss’ situation. It all started in an impulsive action I should’ve thought better. “What did you do to your daughter?!” I yelled as I walked down the stairway to the underground laboratory. “I know what you did to her in life! How you tortured her with electric shock therapy until insanity.” At the back of the cave, barely adapted for scientific experiments, the only light was the enormous Tesla coil. I only discerned its purple lightning tentacles dancing in the chilling darkness due to the lack of windows. “I know when she was alive you made her brother afraid of her!” I continued as I watched my steps on the irregular terrain. “I don’t think you would have allowed her peace now in death.” The incandescent bulbs filled with cobwebs that shouldn’t have worked anymore blinded me in a flash. A warm, yellowi...

  Part 17 | Part 19 I couldn’t sleep yesterday. That fucking creature that escaped the cliff’s cave and spent last night howling was coming back. I felt it on my broken shinbone. That tingling that irradiated my left leg pushed me into preparing. I stashed the golden coin I had retrieved from the pirate treasure in the only drawer my office had. In retrospect, it wasn’t my best idea. With a kitchen knife, I carved a spear out of a wooden mop robbed from the janitor’s closet. From Dr. Young’s office I retrieved his wooden desk and the old spring-exposed hypnosis couch to build a barricade. Some rotten planks that were leaving their place reinforced the construction. The utensils from the cafeteria and the gardening tools buried under the wrecked shed would have to be enough as defense spikes in the castle I’d erected on top of Wing A’s tower. As the last sunray hid under the west tides, that frightening roar shook the whole island. From the questionable safety of my block...