The Incident

šŸ“… Published on October 25, 2020

ā€œThe Incidentā€

Written by J. King
Edited by Craig Groshek
Thumbnail Art by Craig Groshek
Narrated by N/A

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Dear Sir,

I wonā€™t pretend to feel anything other than a deep dread atĀ theĀ receipt of your letter. How you came by my name and of my involvement inĀ theĀ mentionedĀ incidentĀ causes me a great deal of consternation, consideringĀ theĀ effort I have made overĀ theĀ years to hide my presence atĀ theĀ event.

I have heard some tales of you, your position and capabilities andĀ therefore find myself obliged to believe that you could easily follow through on your not-so-veiled threats. Though Iā€™ll admit thatĀ there is not much that could frighten me after that day.

As you correctly stated, I was indeed in Vizhai when the hikers passed through. After some trouble with the local government in my home town, I was spending time there on the ā€œdown-lowā€, as I understand the expression is. I had not met the group before, but we had the chance to meet during the purchasing of food and I found them friendly and forthcoming and Iā€™ll admit that their little expedition seemed an enjoyable one to me, though I had not their experience in climbing and mountaineering.

My hesitation on whether to join them or not originally led me to start out alone on my own journey on a somewhat parallel route, though with a different destination, but I found myself oddly drawn to that intriguingly determined little group and so eventually changed my mind and my path. They had taken the first part of their journey quite easily and I was able to catch up with them in the highland area, around, I believe, the 31st, after Yudin had already departed the expedition due to injury.

TheĀ lone female member ofĀ theĀ group, Lyudmilla, seemed pleased to have more female company andĀ theĀ group as a whole welcomed me as a friend. It warmed my heart. After all, I could have no idea what was to come.

The first sign that the journey would not be what we hoped was the worsening weather conditions, sharp snowstorms that destroyed our visibility. As a less experienced hiker, I found this quite disconcerting, but the rest of the group were made of sturdier stuff and were not so fazed, even when it transpired that we had become a little lost and had deviated from our path, finding ourselves towards the top of the Kholat. They merely decided that we should set up camp, Igor stating that it would be good practice of slope camping and not wanting to lose the height we had conquered.

Oh, that we had been more cautious, been less eager.

Despite the presence of women in the group, we shared one tent between the ten of us, practicality being far more important in the circumstances than propriety. It was actually Lyudmilla that woke up first that night. Her movement awakened me.

ā€œCan you hear that, Veta?ā€ She asked, andĀ theĀ concern in her voice made me hesitate.

In the silence of the night for several moments, all I could hear was the gentle breathing of our companions. And thenā€¦

There was a crunch of snow outside, and a sharp noise like the heavy breath of a large animal, a bear perhaps, though we were aware of nothing like it in the area. Lyudmilla and I froze, our eyes locked together and then she reached over and gripped Igorā€™s arm. His eyes opened blearily and focused on us, and I saw his expression grow puzzled as he watched me press a finger to my lips. He sat up carefully and stared at us, a question on his face. In answer, I just pointed to where the sound seemed to be coming from.

It was closer now, and whatever it was seemed to have its face pressed to the sides of the tent as I could hear it sniffing along the bottom of the material. I was aware of the other members of the group awakening, slowing sitting up, their bodies still and silent as they heard the thing outside investigating us.

I donā€™t know what we all felt at the moment. Some fear, certainly, but perhaps not terror. A large animal does not necessarily mean a predator after all and our tent was sturdy in any case. I caught Igorā€™s eye and his calmness soothed me. The thing outside was moving around towards the front of the tent, towards the opening that we believed to be securely tied.

AndĀ thenĀ theĀ noise. Oh god,Ā theĀ noise.

I canā€™t describe it fully. Something like a scream, but furious. Somehow high pitched and shrieking and yet with some lower rumble of bass that seemed to makeĀ theĀ ground shake beneath us.Ā There were cries of fear withinĀ theĀ group and we grasped at each other.

At my side and absolutely terrified, Yuri snatched his knife out of his bag and slashed it throughĀ theĀ side ofĀ theĀ tent.Ā TheĀ slit he made was easily big enough for him to fit through and he fled out of it, followed quickly by Georgiy. AsĀ theĀ thing outside pushed againstĀ theĀ front ofĀ theĀ tent,Ā theĀ rest of us surged forward towards this escape route, briefly bottlenecking whilst behind us that awful roar grew louder andĀ then we were free and fleeing downĀ theĀ slopes towardsĀ theĀ nearest shelter we could find. I donā€™t know how long we ran, freezing, terrified and pursued by that creature before we sawĀ theĀ woods ahead of us and barreled in.

We scrambled into bushes and up trees, breathless and trying to make each other out inĀ theĀ darkness as well as to see if that thing had followed.

There was silence around us, and I think we all dared to hope that we had escaped. But whatever elation could have been in store for us was quickly dashed by the realization of our situation ā€“ we were outside, in the freezing cold, most of us without shoes even, and with no way to find our way back in the dark to our belongings.

Iā€™m not sure how long we cowered there before we realized that we were going to have to at least attempt to return back the way we came. Georgiy and Yuri were already beginning to succumb to the first signs of hypothermia. I heard Zinaida shushing Yuri, who was shaking violently, and hissing about his bare feet.

There were hushed discussions of starting a fire but I think we were scared that it would bringĀ theĀ creature back to us. Igor madeĀ theĀ decision thatĀ theĀ rest of us would stay inĀ theĀ woods whilst he, Zinaida and Rustem would attempt a return toĀ theĀ tent to fetch clothing and provisions.Ā They left soon after.

We never sawĀ them again.

After several hours, Nikolai urged us to start at least a small fire if we didnā€™t want to lose Yuri and Georgiy, who were huddled atĀ theĀ bottom of a pine, deathly pale. Yuri had already tried to remove his clothes once (I’m sure a man of your education is aware of “paradoxical undressing”), though Lyudmilla had managed to stop him. Semyon agreed and we collected firewood and attempted a blaze, though without much luck, never really managing more than a sputtering failure, and after Yuri suddenly jerked his leg, knockingĀ theĀ fire out and singeing his trousers inĀ theĀ process, despiteĀ theĀ bitter weather we gave up.

But you have to be practical in these circumstances, you see, so when Yuri and Georgiy were seen to not need them anymore, we took their clothing. Their troubles were over.

It was Alexander who first stated that he did not believe that Igor andĀ theĀ others would be returning and that, if we wanted to survive this we would need to set out on our own. Those of us that remained ā€“ myself, Lyudmilla, Nikolai and Semyon ā€“ had to agree. We were on our own.

We set out as carefully and quietly as we could, thinking to follow inĀ theĀ footsteps of Igor andĀ theĀ others and make our way back toĀ theĀ tent. We stayed close together, eyes wide and staring out intoĀ theĀ darkness. That we had already lost our way only became apparent when moonlight burst out from behind a cloud and shone down on a gaping ravine that none of us could remember on our flight down fromĀ theĀ tent to relative safety.

ā€œShould we turn back?ā€ Whispered Alexander toĀ theĀ rest of us.

But before any of us could answer, Nikolai glanced behind us and let out an awful cry. I donā€™t believeĀ theĀ rest of us looked to see what he had seen – we had a good idea after all – but instead just ran as fast as we could away from it. InĀ theĀ panic, Nikolai, terrified by what he had seen, stumbledĀ theĀ wrong way and I saw him disappear overĀ theĀ nearby edge. Lyudmilla screamed at that, and immediately changed her course to a path that led towardsĀ theĀ ravine and down, perhaps hoping that we could somehow save him. Semyon, Alexander and I followed her ā€“Ā there was nowhere to hide up here after all.

We ran and slipped our way down toĀ theĀ creek atĀ theĀ bottom butĀ there was no time to look for Nikolai.Ā TheĀ creature had followed us. We could hear its fast footsteps, and its grumbling growl. I tried to sneak a look over my shoulder as I ran but could only make out a shadowy shape inĀ theĀ darkness. Our group found itself splitting up, each trying to make different cover. I saw Lyudmilla make for a group of boulders, whilst I lunged for a large shrub growing stubbornly byĀ theĀ freezing water. I didnā€™t see at that time where Alexander went.

Once hidden, I turned to see ifĀ theĀ creature had seen me, might perhaps even now be bearing down on me. But it was not.

Semyon had slipped inĀ theĀ water and was trying to drag himself away. I could hear his whimpering and cries from where I hid. I could also seeĀ theĀ creature forĀ theĀ first time.

It was tall and thin, human-like I guess but wrong in too many ways. In the moonlight, I could make out unnaturally long limbs, jutting bones. Its face wasnā€™t too clear, though I thought I could make out dark holes where eyes and mouth might be. It was bearing down on Semyon, who had twisted round to face his attacker, brave man.

TheĀ thing leaned down towards himā€¦and screamed.Ā TheĀ noise was worse than before, again with that strange split of high and low resonance. With wide eyes, I saw Semyonā€™s face contort in pain, andĀ then I looked away, squeezing my eyes shut.

I heard a dull crack, like the crunch of bones, and then silence.

I peered out. Semyon was slumped back in the water, dead I had no doubt. The thing was standing where I had seen it last, its back to me. It was unnaturally still, like a statue. I glanced over to the boulders where I had seen Lyudmilla and saw her, peeping out as I was, her eyes on the monster. I realized immediately that she intended to run ā€“ her cover was not as good as mine and it was as apparent to her as to me that if the creature turned her way she would not be hidden. She moved carefully back.

WhetherĀ theĀ creature had supernatural hearing or some other unknown sense, it turned immediately, those dark holes of eyes seeking Lyudmilla out. She screamed and turned to run, but good god, it moved so fast, those freakish limbs eating upĀ theĀ ground betweenĀ them, its spidery hands grabbing her arms and pulling her up inĀ theĀ air. For a second it just stared at her face as she writhed in its grip andĀ then it gave its bansheeĀ wail.

This time I didnā€™t look away, though sheer terror has purged much of what I saw from my mind. But, before I fainted, I remember seeing her eyes, and howĀ they poured down her faceā€¦

How I survived until morning Iā€™ll never know, though three fingers and most of my toes were the price I paid to the cold. I was luckier, though, than Alexander who I found further down the creek, frozen, face down in the water as it lapped gently against him. Of the creature, there was no sign.

I made no attempt to return toĀ theĀ tent and would likely have perished like my companions had I not eventually stumbled upon a somewhat shocked tribe of Mansi, who saved my life and to whom I am forever indebted.

Until today, I have never shared this story. My status as a fugitive fromĀ theĀ law would have made me unwilling to divulge my involvement, even ifĀ theĀ story had not been so unbelievable andĀ theĀ government so eager to cover up what aspects of it asĀ they could.

Though mostly it is because I do not wish to relive it. I have such nightmares as it is, ofĀ theĀ creature, of Lyudmillaā€™s face and ofĀ theĀ details I learned later fromĀ theĀ investigations.Ā TheĀ families donā€™t need to know what truly occurred. LetĀ them believe it was just an unfortunate accident.

I know enough of you, sir, to have no reason to believe in your goodness but I am an old woman now who is not likely to see many more summers. If I could prevail on you to keep this account hidden until I am no longer around to confirm or deny itĀ then you would be doing me a great kindness.

LetĀ theĀ world go on without knowingĀ there was a tenth member of that team. It has passed into legend without me. LetĀ theĀ dead rest, sir.

Though from what I know of you, I fear my pleas fall on deaf ears.

Yours,

Elizaveta Sokolova

Rating: 10.00/10. From 3 votes.
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šŸŽ§ Available Audio Adaptations: None Available


Written by J. King
Edited by Craig Groshek
Thumbnail Art by Craig Groshek
Narrated by N/A

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