"If you ever find a message in a bottle, think twice before you open it" Creepypasta
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00:16and let me find out of the way.Start today not your gratis proof periodon Shopify.b.b.That is Shopify.B.E.of adventurous tales and the romantic idea that surrounds finding a message in a bottle,washed the shore by the winds and waves.I also just happened to be a part-time history nerd.So, when I found a parchment-filled bottle on the seashore in real life, you can imagine my
00:49excitement.When I encorked it, though, I discovered no old-forgotten love story or new discoveredchapter of history.What I found was a truly disturbing answer to the unsolved fate.of a ship and its crew. The bottle contains several pieces of yellowing parchment,covered in hastily written cursive. The writing scratched across the page. The time ithad withstood made it difficult to read, but nevertheless a large portion of itis still legible. The translation of what can still be made out is as follows.
01:25Sancta Salpador June 15, 1556. Strange events havebefallen the Sancta in the past days after leaving the island. I write with haste because I fearthat I may suffer the same fate as the rest of the crew. We set sail from the island several days agoand all was well until our ship's quartermaster, Diego, came down with a fever one eve.He was quarantined to his bunk, thrashing about in his sheets like a madman. The agonizing expressionon his face was highlighted by the sweat of his brow. Blood-tinged phone gurgled from his lips when he screamed,and he seemed to worsen with each passing hour.The strangest part of the condition, though, was that he kept scratching at his eyes.
02:10The corners were reddened, almost bloody, from his constant scratching.Sailors are a superstitious lot, and the most devout practitioners of the old ways went to the captain in concern.These crewmates seemed to believe Diego was suffering from the early stages of.This bit is unreadable on original parchment and has been omitted from transcription.The captain disregarded the idea as absurd.and ordered nothing to be done.Later that night, a terrible storm descended upon us.The sea surged beneath the ship.
02:41Waves crashed over the bow,washing even the strongest of our men off their feet.It was in vain that we attempted to keep the lanterns litas gusts of salt-filled air snuffed them out of existence,plunging us into darkness,so we toiled in the black,pummeled by the mighty rage of Calypso until dawn.The rising sun brought calmer seas,
03:02and it was the early morning light that revealed Diego's bunk to be abandoned.The surprise caused accusations to fly, and the crew has been on edge since.Some say perhaps he took his own life to escape the torturous suffering of the sickness.Others believe someone cast him overboard in the dead of night.Out of fear, his condition may be unnaturally connected to the raging seas.Alas, a thorough search of the ship left us without an answer.A deep sense of her knees gripped the crew that in terms.entire day as we sailed. The men were already yearning to reach our home country shore and the
03:39event of the night did not help. That evening, I was awoken from my hammock below deck by ascratching sound. Soft, high-pitched scratching that would continue for a moment and then fadeback into the ever-present swaying sound of the seas. Annoyed at the thought of a rat's nest in thecrew quarters, I swung myself down from my hammock and grabbed a lantern. The sound. The soundsstopped. I waited, motionless, and the sound started back up again. Holding my lantern up toappear down the rows of bunks, the ship hit a swelling wave which caused the lantern to swing.Its light cast in an arc from floor to ceiling. In the brief moment the light hit the fireunder the room. I thought I saw a shadow. It looked almost like the hunched over silhouette
04:28of a man. Unsure of what I saw, I saw, I saw. I saw.stepped forward.It wouldn't get groaned under the weight of my foot and the scratching stopped once again.Then a new sound echoed to the night air.It was a quickened, panicked scampering, followed closely by a muffled sliding sound asif a sack of potatoes were being dragged along the deck.I strained to hear over the white noise of the rocking seas, but I could not identify the source.I crept down the hall toward the sound.
05:00As I neared it, I heard several dull thuds.as if whatever it waswas now bumping down a flight of stairslurking forward in pursuit of the strange noiseI crept down into the darknessof the lower deck, careful not to creakthe worn wooden steps as I descendedOnce below I strained ever hard to listen
05:21The sound was coming from the far corner of the gun bayA scratching, gnarling soundI could feel my heart quicken within my chestAs I dared to inch forwardslowly raising my lanternthe beam of light revealed theshadow bathed figure ofa naked man
05:40but it wasn't quite righthis proportions was somehowunnaturalhe hunched over somethinghis backbone and an impossible archalmost piercing through his skin like a reptilehis hands were plunging in front of himand then raising to his mouth in a ferocious
05:58animalistic repetitionhis back blocked my viewso I slowly started to wheel to my left, holding my light ever so carefully.I stepped out with the caution of a mouse, but my heavy deck boot padded into a warm plankthat creaked alarmingly as I shifted my way down.The creature's head jerked around to face me, and that's when I saw.Too empty, bleeding, eyeless socket, no longer filled by human eyes.Blood trickled out of the soulless black circles,
06:31staining red streaks down his face.But the worst part was when I saw what he was feasting upon.Only recognizable by his uniform,one of my fellow sailors lay in front of the beastial thing,his eyes torn from his own socket and his belly ripped open.Half-consumed entrails piled onto either side of the corpse.The creature led out of blood-curdling, bird-like shriek that cut through the crashing waves like a daggerand began charging at me on all fours.
07:01I am not ashamed to say that I turned and ran with all the strength my sea legs could muster.As I reached the top of the first flight of stairs, I wheeled about to take the next flightand caught a brief glimpse of the creature scuttling in a rage of the first few steps.The light of my lantern still showed the lower deck, and out at the corner of my eye,I saw the creature was joined in his pursuit by another figure.The corpse of the sailor was pulling itself along by its arms alone,haphazily dragging its inside along behind it,leaving a trail of blood and pieces of entrails in its wake.
07:35I made for the deck, intending to raise the alarm,but when I reached the open night air,I was met only with a sight of carnage.A half-dozen sailors were combating similar-looking beings.The ship's spell began to echo into the night,its persistent ring beating regularly into the violent scene.Cutlaces hacked at eyeless men who were unshaken by the wounds.I watched in horror as several men were overtaken, the screams pierced into the uncaring night.
08:05In a moment of quick thinking, I changed course to the captain's quarters.Reaching the hall it lay within, I saw the captain engaged in single combat with one of the creatures.Deathly dodging an ape-like swing, he plunged his steel deep within his chest.The creature, oblivious to the cutlass, embedded within his body, gripped his mangled hands on either side of the captain's head.The creature slid forward along the blade, impaling the weapon deeper into its own chest as it dragged itself closer to the captain.Panic filled his eyes as the creature's thumbs plunged into his eye sockets, tearing them from his head as he screamed in agony.Seeing my opportunity, I raced down the hall, nimbly evading the distracted pair.I reached the captain's quarters and slammed the door.
08:55I right now barricaded from within these same quarters.Last I was aware, we were set at full sail for open ocean.Unmanned, the ship hasn't long before it capsizes,especially with the rough waters we've been sailing in.I write this now with the intention of bottling it and casting it into the seas.It's a long shot, but someone must know the true fate of the Sancta and its ill-fated crew.I regret that I could not give a better warning for whatever this monstrous thing is.but I never paid mind to superstitious sailors talk
09:30With any luck I'll be dragged into the depths with the shipAnd this godforsaken thing abroad itSo it may never see the light of day againPerhaps it was an awful folly after allBecause in my years travelling the high seasI have no earthly explanation for what I have witnessedBe warned anyone who might find this messageAnd never forget the Sancta Salvador
09:54End of transcriptWhen I began transcribing this draftMy intention was to make this tale accessiblevia an online postAs horrific as it isHistorical study is just a hobby of sorts for meAnd unfortunately I only have the opportunityTo work on it after my shift
10:15On my first read of the documentI was shocked and a little doubtfulI did some research into the Sancta SalvadorAnd not much is known about why it wreckedMaybe someone looked up an old ship and thought they'd play a joke.Or at least, that was my first thought.It's been several days since I began working on it.And strangely, I've been feeling a little unwell.
10:42Tonight, as I finished the last several lines,I believe I've come down with a fever.I have the strangest pain behind my eyes,like they're too big for their sockets.I can't stop scratching at them.It's too distracting to it.edit this draft so I think I'll just post it as is and turn in for the night it islate and it seems a storm is brewing anyway hopefully this will serve as an interesting
11:09read to all the other horror and history buffs out there and please let it be aproper enough morning to anyone curious enough to open a message in a bottle
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