The Lemurian Vampire Case 1

Caroline Mae

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07-01-2025

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The humid air hung heavy, thick with the scent of brine and decay. The flickering gaslight cast long, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn planks of the deck, illuminating the grim scene before us. Detective Inspector Alistair Finch adjusted his collar, the starched fabric clinging uncomfortably to his sweaty skin. This was not the usual maritime investigation; this was… different.

A Strange Discovery at Sea

The Seraphina, a schooner returning from a month-long voyage to the Indonesian archipelago, had limped into port with a tale more fantastical than any sea shanty. The crew, a hardened bunch accustomed to the perils of the open ocean, were pale and shaken, their voices hushed with a terror that went beyond simple exhaustion. Their captain, a grizzled veteran named Silas Blackwood, recounted a night of unimaginable horror.

The Victim

One of their number, a young cabin boy named Thomas Ashton, had vanished. His bunk was empty, his meager possessions undisturbed. But… there were signs. The deck was stained with an unnatural crimson, a hue far too vibrant for mere blood. And there, etched into the worn wood of the ship's railing, were three symbols; cryptic glyphs unlike anything Blackwood had ever seen. He claimed they resembled… ancient Lemurian script.

Lemuria: Fact or Fiction?

The very mention of Lemuria sent shivers down the spines of even the most seasoned investigators. The lost continent, shrouded in myth and legend, was said to be home to a race of beings as advanced as they were enigmatic. Tales spoke of their mastery over the arcane arts, their connection to the very essence of life and death, and – most unsettling – their capacity for… vampirism.

Unconventional Clues

Blackwood's testimony was interspersed with accounts of unnatural sounds echoing through the ship at night, whispers carried on the wind, and a pervasive sense of dread that choked the very air. The crimson stain, he insisted, pulsed faintly with a light that seemed to defy the darkness. The crew swore they saw shadows flitting across the decks, impossibly quick and silent.

Investigating the Supernatural

My skepticism, usually unwavering, faltered in the face of the evidence. The symbols on the railing, after careful examination by our expert in ancient languages, did indeed appear to be a variation of a Lemurian script. Although their meaning remains elusive, the script's authenticity cannot be disputed. The crimson stain, subjected to forensic analysis, proved to be blood – but the precise origin and the unusual vibrancy of its color remain a mystery.

This is not a mere murder investigation, colleagues. We are venturing into the realm of the supernatural. The Lemurian Vampire Case is unlike anything I have encountered in my career, and I suspect the next chapter will be even more disturbing. The search for young Thomas Ashton, and the truth behind the legends of Lemuria, has only just begun.