Albey could have believed his eyes, but he simply did not want to, for the prior day he had summited the waterfall crag and meditated upon its crown, and in the midst of a vision he was shoved off to be caught by the waters below. It could be a coincidence… but also…
He flipped through the book then, skimming each and every page. The entries of the Ape’Man Log were long, though relatively few in number for the girth of the book; most of the tattered pages were filled with jottings, with observations and theories, hypotheses meant to be tested. The ‘man who wrote it did so over the course of a few strates.
“They mentioned a Halla,” he said beneath his breath as he read a passage regarding the alleged ape’mans’ superiority to ‘man. “This was started a few moons after the last Calla… and the next Calla shall come within the strate.”
Albey came to the final written page of the book. Read what was scrawled upon it. Slammed the book shut.
“I do not… I can not, I…” He shook his head. “They were smoking an herb. That must be the reason, the smoke in their brain gave them delusions… it’s the only thing that makes sense.”
The book skidded across the floor and tumbled into its divot. The board covered the hole, the wolfskin covered the board.
“I have come to the conclusion that my forest has been invaded… and what a grand ol’ conclusion to come to! Hah!” he boasted, feigning confidence and might. “Yes, very good, prior tenant! You were clearly very cunning, my good fellow, I shall give you that much – not any ‘man can fell a wolf and live to take its pelt – but the clever are so often the closest to the hopelessly Mad. They walk hand in hand.”
Though the morning sun was still low in the sky, Albey was quite exhausted. He did not wish to toy with the idea of ape’mans in the woods, he wanted only to live in Peace. He had food and drink which would eventually run out, but not for a good many braud strates, and little energy; no need to go wandering about in search for more.
“The day will be spent here,” Albey decided, closing and locking the door. “I shall read from these books and learn everything I can – about the real world, that is, not the deranged fantasies of the wolf-hunter – until my brain tires, and then I shall go to sleep.”
Yes, it was a good plan. A solid plan. A worthy plan, and so Albey put it into action. He read and studied until the light beneath the door faded from a bright yellow to a mellow gold to a dim, low twilight, and when his brain was good and full, he crawled into the bed and fell gently asleep.
Ape’mans in the woods, then. Yes, very good. Very good indeed. The previous tenant went off to seek what they could never find, for such fantasies of cryptids exist only in the deranged mind of the Mad; it truly was no wonder Albey found the cabin empty as he did.
Truly no wonder indeed.
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