By request of the appropriate authorities, I’m publishing my logs about my experiences with the Supernatural Studies Association (SSA) and what happened at Discovery Island, popularly known as Treasure Island.
-Dohna Saturn
By request of the appropriate authorities, I’m publishing my logs about my experiences with the Supernatural Studies Association (SSA) and what happened at Discovery Island, popularly known as Treasure Island.
-Dohna Saturn
Dohna here on my first day working at the Supernatural Studies Association. The hiring process went surprisingly quickly, though given this is an amateur trio of researchers I wouldn’t be surprised they didn’t even ask for my passport, nor even my bank account if they were to pay me. Well, willing to pay me; I’m merely interning.
I got a good click with these three. Greg, Lisa, and Henry. While Henry looked at me strangely, Greg and Lisa were quite enamored with my style. Perhaps being casual, yet curious does a good job getting you hired anywhere here.
I was put under the position of “transporter.” Basically, I have to move their assets to the island they’ve been recently commissioned to investigate. According to those commissioners, they’ve seen some paranormal events happening there recently and want the SSA to investigate. I don’t believe it’s anything paranormal, but whatever puts their minds at ease.
We’re here. Henry’s calling it a dump, but I like to refer to it as a waste of potential.
Greg is trying to scare me with all the rumors being spread around this island and the reason for its closure. You’ve got the usual human nature; violence, debauchery, greed. Then you’ve got the baffling rumors; monsters, ghosts, possession. I thought his lips could never stop flapping until we arrived at the building at last.
The three were quite surprised by this building. Apparently it hadn’t been a part of this island before. The inside was even more strange to them. They were complaining how all the rooms were placed wrong. The freezer, the kitchen, etc. Who cares?
As I placed their equipment around the building like piercings, Lisa started talking to me, asking me how I was doing. I simply answered that I currently felt at ease with how careful she has been, which caused Lisa to stutter for some reason.
We’ll continue this log later. I feel little patter of feet.
I expected some critters on the island, but I never expected they’d look like this. I’ve seen Oswald before, but never like this. Poor thing.
More of them started appearing when dusk fell. Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Goofy. They all looked so different as well – I would’ve expected them all to be mascot costumes or made out of some liquid, but they’re all so special in their own right. Minnie in particular–she feels like wood.
The SSA freaked out when they spotted them. Greg and Henry managed to flee the building, but Lisa got cornered when Mickey appeared. So I approached the two. Lisa started screaming for my safety.
The both of them haven’t done anything to eachother, so I decided to give the two some extra space. As I crouched down to Mickey to carefully pet him like you do any lost child, I looked back at Lisa sporting a wide mix of horrifying uncertainty.
“Wanna see my head come off,” he asked me. I told him ‘not yet’ and motioned for him to play with the others. When Mickey walked far enough away, I was suddenly ambushed by Lisa. I was being hugged. She started crying on my shoulders. Muffled screaming too. I safely escorted her away from the building while calming her down.
We reconvened with Greg and Henry, still in shock at the residents of this building. With everyone now in the know, and Lisa still recovering, it should be time to start talking about what to do from here.
I am very disappointed.
I suggested that, since we now know the source behind the reportedly paranormal events, we should head back, report this to Disney, and never get near the island again. Greg started to side with me, but then Henry interjected.
Could’ve guessed he was the morbidly curious type. He started going on about how they’re “the find of the century” and how it could “revolutionize quantum science forever,” more focused on meaningless accolades and fame on something they don’t even understand.
Lisa didn’t bother speaking up, nor to defend my point.
Night fell, and everyone started retreating inside their tents. Henry likely fell asleep quicker than the other two because of the promise of accolades, Greg mouthed out a light ‘sorry’ with some stupid half-smile, and Lisa couldn’t sleep. I told her I’ll keep watch, which somehow managed to put her enough at ease to fall down. But now I won’t sleep due to the ramifications of what they may do to these creatures.
What will they hope to achieve with this? What hypothesis do they hope to come up with? They always act like this around things they don’t want to accept as they are; they desperately try and carve inside of them. Maybe I could convince these three when morning arrives.
I see Minnie trying to act like a tree outside.
The three look a lot more comfortable around them these last couple of days. Lisa even managed to get in contact with Minnie. I spoke a bit too loudly for it to reach the other two, but my sentiment that peace and understanding solving everything caused Lisa to loosen up around these children.
The SSA have decided to delve deeper inside the building. Well, more specifically, me and Henry. Lisa’s still nervous, and Greg cites himself as the “representative” to explain why he’s not coming. How self-sacrificing of you, Greg.
Will write again when we return from underground.
He’s gone he’s [unintelligible] idiot [unintelligible] STUPID [unintelligible] should have listened to my warnings. He keeps doing this he [unintelligible]-ternally NO sense of boundaries!! ! !
Henry should listen to one [unintelligible] to blame, completely to blame. This is what happens, this IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN UNDYING SENSE OF GREED [unintelligible]
I am covered in scratches and wounds TARNISHED FLESH we’re all leaving THEM the island I can’t even think straight
Write later
It has been quite some days since the SSA has retreated from Discovery Island. Everyone is still reeling from the shock that Henry has gone missing. Rather idiotically, they want to head back to the island with “heavier equipment”, whatever Greg meant by that. He’s been more or less quiet since the incident.
Since my house is too far away, I was allowed to rest up at the SSA’s headquarters. I haven’t mentioned this before during my first log, but it’s in an unnecessarily spacious warehouse. I’d assume they expected this place to be filled up with trophies and awards of their investigations, and yet I only see pictures of hotels and theaters merely rumored to be haunted.
Lisa especially has been worried for me. I don’t have a phone so she kept personally visiting to check up on me. While that’s fine with me, it doesn’t allow me to cover up these wounds any quicker. She has kept asking for me to go to the hospital or to let her “nurse” me, but that’s neither necessary nor appropriate.
I just hope whatever measures they’ll take on that island won’t be too drastic. I’d hate for them to get into trouble.
I was back at that place again. The building. Everything was just as twisted and layered as I remembered it. Rooms interlocking rooms, twisting and pulling everywhere akin to roots flowering into branches.
I saw Henry there. So many Henry’s. And they all stared at me. They all looked a bit different, anyone else wouldn’t call them similar, but they all follow the same principle. He blamed me for everything, but I had warned him. I kept warning him.
Then I see them all. Tiny infant hands. Boring through the floors, the walls, the ceilings. Tearing, dragging all of them. The same principle, over and over.
As all the tiny hands retreat to deprive me of his screams, I see that grey mouse again. This time, his head is entirely gone, the hole projecting a picture of his wide grin across the ceiling.
“You’re the signal,” he believes. “What have you done,” he accuses.
I left with a lot to think about, and see my lips interlocked with Lisa.
She had explained my body wasn’t breathing... She was just resuscitating me. Admittedly noble of her, but now this has led to her persisting I not return to the island. That’s a ridiculous sentiment to have about me, so I managed to convince her otherwise.
Greg has something to say and called the two of us over.
Most inevitable, Greg has decided to hire another intern called Jake to send to the island.
We were able to catch his portfolio, and I pointed out all the faults that would make him not fit for hire. “Willing to try anything” means he has no sense of self-preservation, “quick on his feet” means he has no sense of self-preservation, and “likes everything” means he has no sense of self-preservation.
Greg wasn’t convinced, of course, so I used the argument that things would go bad if he were sent to the island alone with the inhabitants there. Greg interpreted that with “Two people should go to the island then.”
The same principle, over and over.
I’ll wait for the inevitable hiring.
That didn’t work out as I had hoped. Still, I managed to convince the two to let me return to the island on my own while they’re doing some prep work such as measuring his height for a proper SSA shirt.
This shirt sucks. They bought a cheap blue t-shirt and shoddily applied a name patch on it. I haven’t even written my name on it. I’ve seen Henry’s patch threatening to fall off due to him fiddling with it a lot. Speaking of him…
I saw the children again, and it looked like they’ve applied some cosmetics last I saw them.
I look up from my desk, and what do I see? It’s a bunch of faces smiling and as hopeful as my own face has to be.
Oswald was acting up again. I stood up and patted his head, which should calm him down. I glanced at the others and they all looked at me, as if awaiting something.
Nothing else important happened.
Jake will soon arrive at the island, meaning I must prepare to reacquaint myself.
There is no need to further write in this log. I’ve failed to convince them. I've failed to understand them.
