At Sea

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything in here… This one was very unnerving for me, it made me feel as if I were really losing it, going completely insane.

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I was working with a crew of FBI agents sent to investigate a ship that had been found drifting, leaning against a rock shelf and stationary. The crew I was on consisted pretty much of the crew of Cold Case. The ship was a small passenger ship. I never did catch the name of it.

We boarded the ship and went through it, finding very little besides guns and blood. The engine was badly damaged and at the rear of the boat, she was taking on water, but unable to sink with the rocks holding her afloat.

The various firearms were collected and placed on our small coast guard vessel and we started out. Behind us a small speed boat rushed up and swung in front of us, harpoons and guns pointed at us. The men on board were pale and dressed in black coats, kind of reminded me of a New York cop with a rain parka on and soaked.

They ‘encouraged’ us back to the wrecked vessel. With several as an escort, two of our group were taken back to our larger vessel to retrieve materials to patch up this little ship. Myself, the woman, and the young man with the New York accent were left on the ship to repair it.

Once we were on the ship and our team mates gone, our captors seemed to have vanished. My two partners decided to have a good look around this time. Reluctantly I followed.

As we approached one of the bedrooms a horrible nauseating feeling hit me. I stumbled and leaned against the wall, deaf to my two partners for only a brief moment as I saw in my minds eye what had taken place.

Two young kids had been in this room, sleeping. It was at least five years ago. Two FBI agents slipped into the room and executed the children as they were sleeping, then tore apart the room looking for something.

I held my head as I lost focus. All I said to them was No no no no… I can’t go in there… I can’t. I can’t. Tears were welling in my eyes as I repeated this over and over. The woman stayed with me as the man went in to the room to investigate. He pulled back the sheets and found nothing but the blood stains on the bed.

I don’t know what you were so bent out of shape about in there. There’s nothing.

I couldn’t calm myself down from it though. I know what I had seen. I was encouraged to go fix the engine, being the mechanical person of the team apparently. With a shaky nod I went down and began to check over the engine. As I did I was hearing voices around me.

Fix it. Fix it. Hurry up and fix it. Move faster. Fix it!

The voices were demanding and angry. All they did was slow down my work. Eventually I stopped and put my hands over my ears, but they persisted. Knock it off! I yelled into the empty room. I’m going as fast as I can!

The voices persisted. It sounded like speech, but nothing I heard was discernible into anything in particular. After a few minutes my partners came in just in time to hear me yelling into the empty room again. ShutupshutupshutUP!

They looked at me with concern, asking who I was talking to. Don’t you hear them?! They wont leave me alone! The looks on their faces told me they didn’t. They thought I was losing it. I was near tears as I tried to work, but the voices continued to plague me. On the verge of tears I sat down in an old metal chair, hands over my ears as I growled angrily at the floor.

I felt like I was losing it. My grasp on reality seemed to be slipping as another vision danced through my head. The same two FBI Agents I had seen in the earlier vision and two more… Murdering a man and a woman. The image then flashed to scouring through drawers and dressers until finding a binder of papers and a laptop.

The image flashed again, this time they were hiding the bodies. I wiped my eyes as I stood, my gaze never leaving the floor as I walked out of the room and down the hall. My partners followed me, trying to get me to sit back down and take it easy. I ignored them and continued to the back room where the kids had been.

There aint nothin in there. The male partner tried to assure me, but I knew. With tears streaming down my face, I pulled out my pocket knife and cut into the plaster of the wall. I gagged as I stepped back, unable to finish my work. That nausea was coming back again. The female partner lead me out of the room as the male finished cutting down the wall. I didn’t need to be there to know what was happening.

I was outside and leaning over the railing by the time he finished. I can still taste the bile and feel the acid in my throat as I write this. I leaned over the deck, unable to keep the contents of my stomach in check. He would pull back the plaster slab, then a layer of blood stained insulation, and there he would find the decaying bodies of the two children and their parents.

He rushed up on deck, alerting us to this find. A new fear gripped them, realizing I had known they were there. By know I was sitting on the deck, my forehead placed against the cold steel railing as I stared down into the pitch black water, all the while the voices still echoing in my head.

Get up. Fix it. Fix the boat. Get up and fix it!

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