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It was terrifying. I was making an eigh-minute exposure, the roaring waves were crashing in, and I was all by myself in the middle of the night. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw two silhoutted figures appear from behind the rocks. With a supernatural agility and speed, one of them stepped from rock to rock to the furthest tip of the island and stood there with the waves crashing at hist feet. Anyone who has read HP Lovecraft’s Shadow Over Innsmouth will understand my fear and concern. There may just be a Cthulu worshipping sect in Jamestown.
