I’m in the lower decks of my ferry, lugging coal to the furnace to keep the engine running. It’s pitch black and all I can see is a small area lit by the warm glow of my lantern. Then I spot it: a strange figure, grey skinned and thin limbed, scuttering away from the light into the darkness. I chase after it—because that’s what you do in horror stories—and notice a hole clawed violently into the hull, rapidly letting in water. I hastily fix it, but then I hear a scraping sound coming from the distant engine room. Another creature, trying to sink my boat.
