A Chilling Night: Trapped on the Island of Death

A Frightening Return to Shelter

The night was drawing in, and the rain was relentless. With nowhere else to go and our small boat out of commission, we found ourselves heading back to the imposing, yet familiar, mansion we'd left earlier. Every step was cautious; we crept past windows, straining our ears for any sound, but silence hung heavy in the air. The house, lit from within, felt deserted, just as we'd found it that afternoon. We tiptoed through the echoing hallways, peeking around corners, until we reached the room where we'd last seen Yasmin, the Comoros president's daughter.

The door to Yasmin's room was closed, so we slipped into the kitchen. There, we gratefully found some leftover food. Hunger had been gnawing at us all day, and we hadn't expected a meal, so we sat down and ate, trying to quell the growing unease.

An Unsettling Sleep and a Horrific Discovery

After our quick meal, we decided to find places to rest within the sprawling house. Most of the rooms, apart from Yasmin's, had beds. Each room was set up for two people. Since there were seven of us, one of our companions, not wanting to sleep alone, brought a mattress into the room I was sharing with another friend and laid it on the floor. Outside, the storm raged, rain pouring and thunder cracking. We counted ourselves lucky not to be out on the water.

As I recited my nightly prayers and pulled the blanket over me, I hoped my companions were finding some peace too. But sleep didn't come easily. A creeping fear kept us awake for a long time. Eventually, my friends drifted off, but I remained restless. Just as I felt sleep finally approaching, my friend on the mattress below woke me.

"What is it?" I whispered, startled. He needed to go to the bathroom, which was located outside, and asked me to accompany him. Reluctantly, I got up, leaving my snoring roommate behind. The bathrooms were near the main exit. As we approached, my friend went into one of the four stalls. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see our other friend, the one who had been sleeping in our room, hurrying towards us. I quickly ducked into a stall, hoping to get a glimpse of whoever was coming out of Yasmin's room, without being seen myself.

A Monster Awakens

Suddenly, a massive figure emerged from Yasmin's room. It was truly terrifying. Adorned with a huge turban, wild hair sprouting from it, and a blood-stained, sleeveless white robe, this being had thick, hairy arms, one of which clutched a long sword. Its face, obscured by a thick beard and tusks, was barely visible, save for a swollen nose and huge, bulging eyes. Its bare feet had long, thick toes with animal-like claws.

In that moment, I knew: this was Harushi. And we were trapped. His face contorted with rage, his distorted eyes fixed on our friend who was hurrying towards us. Before our friend could react, Harushi's left hand shot out, grabbing his shirt. "I smell humans in here. So it's you!" he roared, his voice like a broken engine, revealing long, ape-like teeth. He yanked our friend closer. "How did you get in here? What do you want? Where did you come from?" he demanded furiously.

Suddenly, Yasmin appeared. "Who is it?" she asked, looking at our trembling friend. She recognized him. "They must be fishermen whose boat broke down," Yasmin told the giant. "They saw the house and came in, thinking they'd find help."

"He enters here for whom? I won't let him go!" Harushi snarled. He seized our friend by the waist, lifting him effortlessly with one hand, turning him upside down. With a sickening thrust, he impaled our friend's skull with the tip of his sword. A single, piercing scream – "I'm dying!" – then silence. Blood began to pour from the wound, and to my horror, Harushi brought his mouth to it, beginning to drink.

He drank the flowing blood as if it were water, then pressed his mouth directly to the wound and began to suck. I trembled, consumed by a sudden, icy fear. I knew that once he was finished with our friend, our turn would come. Harushi's mouth was smeared with blood, some dripping into his beard and down his robe. Yasmin stood, head bowed in sorrow, unable to watch. Despite her grief, I could almost hear her silent thought: "They brought this upon themselves. I told them to leave, but they returned."

I watched, horrified, as Harushi's throat pulsed. He was ravenously devouring our friend's brain, some of it spilling from his mouth into his beard. Satisfied, he tossed the lifeless body aside, wiping his mouth with his hand. Then, he bent down, grabbing the leg of his victim. "Now I am well-fed. I must go," he muttered to himself, dragging the body out the door, still licking his lips. Yasmin, still standing, watched him go. "But I told them, and they didn't listen," she murmured, shaking her head.

Overwhelmed by fear, and certain of our impending doom, I emerged from my hiding place and approached Yasmin. She gasped when she saw me. "Where did you come from?" she asked, startled. "I was hiding in the toilet," I replied, my voice trembling. "Do you see this blood, your friend's?" she asked, pointing to the blood on the floor. "I saw it, and I saw how he was killed," I said. "Didn't I tell you to leave?" she pressed. "We came back tonight because of the rain, and we had nowhere to shelter," I explained. "Now you've returned, and Harushi has appeared. Your friend was seen." "Will he return again tonight?" I asked. "He won't return tonight, but if he smelled you, he might come back tomorrow, knowing he'll find another meal. He eats nothing but blood and brains. He's finished off everyone on this entire island."

Why This Matters

This chilling tale reminds us that even when we think we've found safety, true danger can lurk in unexpected places. It highlights the power of fear and the desperate decisions made when facing the unknown. It's also a stark illustration of how warnings, even from those who might seem hostile, can be crucial for survival.