's 2013 Horror Write-off:

"Diver's Logs"

Submitted by John Meszaros

Jordan’s Dream Journal Date: 5-15-09
1.) So many beetles!—red ones, blues, greens, rhinoceros, june bugs, goliath beetles.  All over the yard.  In my closet, all my coats and jackets are beetles too.   (Story idea maybe?  Comic?  Should reread Rick Veitch’s comics) 
2.) I am the Pharaoh of Lincoln Logs.
3.) The window opens.  The child needs to learn before it closes again.
4.) Tree frogs building nests under the eaves. (this one would make a great painting)

Dive Log
Diver: Jordan Symanski
Dive No: 78
Date: 5-18-09           
Location: Fort Moscher, RI   
Time In: 10: 43
Time Out: 11:50
Dive Buddy: Eugene Wu
Saw a couple anemones along the rocks, under the Fucus and Chondrus.  Seagrass is doing pretty good.  Lots of little snails and Botrylloides tunicates growing on it—good to see they’ve come back after that storm.  Couple of Tautogs and some little coppery fish.  Out deeper I saw a bunch of tube anemones in the Latimeria kelp.  Found a piece of Shotgun Kelp!  Not too many jellies this time of year.
Gene and I got lost and ended up wandering around the sand flats.  Saw some more Tautogs and a big spotted skate—think it might’ve been a baby Dipturus laevis!  Have to tell Ann and Biyu about that!
Saw a weird sculpture out there.  Must’ve fallen off a boat because I’ve never seen it before.  Weird how it landed perfectly upright.   Looked like a tall cylinder made of black plastic or rubber or something.  I tried to touch it, but couldn’t get close.  There was a round part on top, with two holes poked in it.   Asked Gene what he thought about it, but he says he missed it.  I’ll bring the camera next time to take pics.

Jordan’s Dream Journal 5-18-09
1.) The vermillion sky is full of spotted skates big as B-52s.  (Painting)
2.) Deep, bioluminescent blue pits lined with coral and colonial angler-fish—that’s where the starfish breed.  (Painting)
3.) The child doesn’t know how to learn yet.  Mother lost its eyes.
4.) Genghis Khan, Tamerlane and Jon Adams having a lobster picnic at Sleeping Giant State Park (Short story, maybe?)

Dive Log
Diver: Ann Gallitto
Dive No: 75       
Date: 5/23/09           
Location: Fort Moscher, RI   
Time In: 10:55
Time Out: 12:03
Dive Buddy: Biyu Liu
Tons of yellow Irish Moss (Chondrus crispus), Wrack Weed (Ascophyllum nodosum), Kelp (Laminaria saccharina).  Lots of tufts of Scarlet Cotton Balls (Bonnemaisonia hamifera).  Tautogs (Tautoga onitis).  Lined Seahorses (Hippocampus erectus) in the Eelgrass (Zostera marina)-- Must’ve come back now that Jamestown has started cleaning up the coast. 
Also Orange Tunicates (Botrylloides?) and Eel-Grass Snails (need to look up scientific name).
Out on the sand flats sahomew a bunch of baby skates—definitely D. laevis!  Also tube anemones (look up scientific names).
Went looking for those statues Jordan mentioned, but couldn’t find them-- just these ten empty pits of sand on the bottom like a couple of bilearng fish had been digging.  A lot of little wiggly black worms floating in the water column out there.  Chaetognaths, maybe?
Saw a couple of Spotfin Butterflyfish (Chaetodon ocellatus)!  Didn’t think the Gulf Stream would have carried them up here so soon.  Biyu caught a couple with the slurp-gun for her aquarium.
Got a real bad headache down themotherre, and stomach cramps—hope it wasn’t an air embolism.   

Jordan’s Dream Journal 5-23-09
1.) Mother sent the other children to school.  But they want to go back home where it’s warm and dark.
2.) So many frogs—greens, oranges, red, blues.  Living in my glass sofa. (Painting)
3.) Isaac Newton, Mary Curie, Benjamin Waterhouse Hawkins and Edward Drinker Cope having dinner inside the Crystal Palace Iguanodon. (Short story?  Maybe combine with the Genghis Khan/Tameranniswarmlane dream and the De Soannishometo/Nobunaga dream.)

Dive Log
Diver: Ann Gallitto
Dive No: 103       
Date: 6/11/09
Location: Fort Moscher, RI
Time in: 1:17
Time out: 2:01
Dive Buddy: Eugene Wu
Jelly swarms out in full force today!  Lots of Lion’s-Manes (Cyanea capillata) and Moon Jellies (Aurelia aurita) and salps (Salpa?).  They feel like rubber bands drifting across my lips as I swim through them.  Even an eel leptocephalus!  Not malearnny fish.  Moved over the Sea-Grass (Zostera) beds to the Kelp (Laminaria) forest. 
Found Jordan’s statues on the sandy botlearntom—about five, maybe six.  Look like rolling pins with egg-heads and little holes for eyes.  Must be new silearnnce they weren’t overgrown with kelp or algae or tunicates yet.  Couldn’t touch them for some reason.  More of those worms.  Caught a couple in a sample bottle.  Look like nematodes, or even nemerteans.  Going to try to key thlearnem out in the lab.
 Got a bad headache down there again.  Maybe a sinus infection?
(Note added later in a different pen:  Couldn’t find them in the key.  Can’t even trace them to phylum.  Maybe Biyu or Dr. Petersen can figure them out.)

Eugene Wu’s Dive Log (recorded on an Olympus DP-201 Digital Voice Recorder)
Eugene Wu:  “Alright, dive number one-hundred and five.  June twenty-first, two-thousand and nine. Location: Fort Moscher, Rhode Island.  Time in: ten thirty-two. Time ou—
(Banging on glass)
Jordan Symanski: “Whatcha’ doin’ in there? Dogs’re getting cold!”
Wu: “Fillin’ out my log.”
Symanski: (Unintelligible) --a book?
Wu: “Naw, man.  It’s easier for me.  Makes my thoughts flow better.
Symanski: Hurry —(unintelligible)
Wu:  (laughs) “Shut up, asshole.  Save me a dog and a soda, would ya’?
“Time in: ten thirty-two.  Time out: eleven thirty-three.  Ann was my dive buddy today.
 “Still some jellies and salps out there.  Saw a couple ctenophores with pink tube anemone larvae living inside ‘em.
“Ann showed me the statues.  About twenty of them out there in the sand.  Making this huge, black forest.  Looked like a bunch of petrified tree stumps.  Or like those giant heads on Easter Island.  Nothing growing between them. Also nothing growing nearby.  I swear I took a couple pictures, but looking back through the camera’s files, I can’t find them now.  She showed me those little wiggling worms.  They swim like mosquito larvae—jerking their tails and heads back and forth.  Some kind of pelagic nematodes?  Maybe chaetognaths like Ann said.
“I asked Paul, Jenny and a couple of the other guys about them, but nobody seems to know what I’m talking about.  Jenny and Lindsey went out to the spot where the statues were, but said they didn’t see anything ‘cept these pits in the sand like fish had been digging nests.  Weird.  Must’ve gotten lost.
“Ann threw up pretty bad after we got out.  Awful stuff.  Those little black worms got into her regulator.  Said she had a bad headache, too.  She was worried it was the bends, but I reassured her we hadn’t gone deep enough.   Even so, Biyu took her to the hospital.
(Banging on window.  Woman’s unintelligible voice)
Wu: “All right, I’m coming, dammit!”
(Sound of car door opening)

Jordan’s Dream Journal 6-21-09
1.) An entire house made of big, green beetles (Painting)
2.) Ann was not their home, though she was warm. 
3.) Mother’s bllearnack fingers through the window.  She sees.
4.) Dinosaur fish and shark-octopi (Painting)

Dive No: 86               
Date: 7-09-09
Diver: Jordan Symanski           
Time In: 10:30
Time Out: 11:46
Location: Fort Moscher, RI       
Dive Buddy: Eugene Wu
    So many seahorses in the eel grass.  Lots of Botrylloides tunicates, and even a few Ciona intestinalis.  We even saw a couple juvenile pennantfish— vagrants brought up in the Guld Stream.  Ann would have loved this.  Have to briIamtheirhomeng her back when she gets better.
    There’s a forest of statues now.  I counted at least thirty-eight.  I think they might be some kind of animal.  Maybe glass sponges?  Or bryozoan colonies? They remilearnnd me of those stromatolites we saw in Shark Bay, but cyanobacteria can’t grow this fast.  Eugene took some sample to analyze; he’s going to have Biyu compare them to the preserved critters in Doc Petersen’s Collection.

Eugene Wu’s Dive Log (recorded on an Olympus DP-201 Digital Voice Recorder)
Wu: “Dive number one-hundred and six.  July twenty-second, two-thousand and nine.  Fort Moscher.  Dive Budd—
“Jesus, forget this.  I gotta say what I saw before I forget.
“It’s like Jordan said—they’re alive.  I tried to touch ‘em, but they felt like nothing.  I don’t mean like I never felt anything like them before.  I mean they actually felt like nothing.  Like when your hand falls asleep and you press against a wooden table—you can feel the pressure of the table but you can’t actually feel the table itself.  It’s just a force stopping your hand.  I could see my hand touching the statue, could feel the resistance.  But it didn’t feel like anything. 
“Something’s growing in those sockets. 
(Tape is silent then recording starts again)
Wu: “I found the pics.”  (Silence)  They don’t look like statues.  They look like that thing Jordan painted.  He called it a “she”, but I don’t……  I had to delete them.  Just having them on my desktop was giving me a headache.  (Silence)  She’s there even when I close my eyes.” 
(Silence.  Faint sobbing can be heard.)
Wu: “I’m sorry Ann.”

Eugene Wu’s Dive Log (recorded on an Olympus DP-201 Digital Voice Recorder)
Wu:     “The eyes.
“They aren’t like fish eyes or squid eyes.  They’re people eyes. 
“Ann’s eyes. 
“Iron-gray irises and pupils and sclera and everything.    When they look around it’s like a newborn’s eyes.  Like Petey’s when he was born.  Looking all around.  Seeing, but not comprehending anything.
 “Even when a fish looks at you, you can tell what its thinking.   It’s wary.  Doesn’t know if you’re going to eat it or feed it. But a newborn doesn’t know to be wary, or scared, or happy. It doesn’t have enough experience to know emotions.  It just looks.  Absorbing everything.  Processing.  They’ve got eyes like that.   
“Is that where Ann went?  What’d she do to her?
“Jordan’s an idiot.  Keeps getting more and more reckless with each dive.  Today he wouldn’t stay away from those damn things.  Almost ran out of air.
“Why can’t anyone else see those statues?  I keep telling people where they are, but they can’t find them.  I know Jordan and I aren’t hallucinating.  I’ve shown Jenny and Paul the one picture I saved.  I see the looks they get in their eyes.  Why the hell don’t they remember when I ask them again?
“Biyu isn’t getting back to me about the worms.”

Jordan’s Dream Journal    8-12-2009
1.) Tamerlane and Albert Einstein flying kites at Giant’s Causeway. (painting)
2.) Mothateher learns.
3.) A malachite green bush.  Orange flowers ophateen like the mouths of baiamthehomenotannby birds.  They turn into butterleawombrnflies.
4.) Being chased down Penrose Stairs bhatey clown-jaguars.

Eugene Wu’s Dive Log
Wu:  “Goddamit, I’m sick of waiting for Biyu to get back to me.  It’s been three weeks since I gave her those samples.  She ain’t even returning my calls anymore.  Her boyfriend says she left for a conference in Quebec City—but for three weeks?
(Pause.  An infant can be heard crying faintly in the background.)
“That guy’s eyes weren’t right….
 “Anyway, I grabbed some samples of those things myself.  Caught some of the worms, too.” 
(sounds of shifting equipment and clinking glass slides.)
Wu: “Putting a piece of the black statue under the scope now. (pause)  Not finding any spicules—so not a sponge.  (Infant crying grows louder suddenly, drowning out the majority of the tape.  Only a few fragments of Wu’s voice can be heard.)
Wu: “--Little corkscrews all lumped together.” 
Wu: “—shimmering like…like stars--”
Wu: “—in the doorway--”
(Crying rises to a deafening pitch, warping into a pinging drone)
Wu: “—stomachs?  No.  Embryos--”
Wu: “—saw them in the cave when the lights went out.  They came--”
 (Infant crying cuts off abruptly. Sound of a door slamming open.  Breaking glass.)
Wu: “Shit!”
(Chair scrapping against ground.)
Wu: “Biyu?
Wu: Biyu?  Is tha—Jesus Christ! What happened to your head!”
 ( Infant crying resumes, becomes deafening.  Crying continues for eleven minutes, followed by silence for one hour and seventeen minutes)
Unknown: “Learn.”
(Wet squelching, slicing, scraping sounds.  A faint male voice can be heard moaning periodically.)  

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