You go to the village in hope of finding a radio to contact the ship

The black silhouettes of the bungalows surround you as you enter the sleeping resort. The main building towering above the rest of the village is your best hope of finding someone to help you back on the boat.

As you circle around one of the bungalows, passing in front of an open sliding door, you halt. Something in the darkness of the room has attracted your attention. Unsure of what it is you turn back and pass the head through the door.

Soon your eyes get used to the darkness. The silhouette on the bed is perfectly still. Too still, maybe.

“Hello,” you whisper, “are you all right?”.

The absence of answer makes you feel even more uncomfortable. Fighting against this strange and primal fear you try to rationalize telling yourself the person in the hut is a heavy sleeper. But soon the memory of the last night’s nightmare comes back to you: the deformed face of Esme, the blood of the man, the fear of the man. Was it all really a dream? Before the fear overtakes you completely you step back into the dim light of the stars.

Every shadow around you is now inhabited by demons. You shrug trying to cast off the irrational fear. You walk to the main building when suddenly a sound attracts your attention. A silhouette exits one of the bungalows in front of you.