Island ~ horror story

When I was little, I always heard a story about a haunted island. It was hidden and it was difficult for anyone to find it precisely because of the people who were there. They were the worst there. Psychopaths, murderers, cannibals, rapists, pedophiles... They were on that island full of poisonous plants, snakes and full of traps that were their punishment. To live in fear for every move they make. Legend says that the island is huge and unexplored. Such a perfect punishment for such people. No one knew where the island was or how they could leave, they could only wait for death. With a period of several years, they threw in another person who deserved that punishment. They never saw anyone when they "delivered" new people. They say that creepy sounds were heard there. It is said that that island is the second hell and that the souls of sinners who died there are trapped there. I'm talking about it because I'm going on a boat trip and the story made a big impression and made me more interested in the sea when I was little. The very thought of how many bodies rotted in the sea that were never found is fascinating. Is it? A pile of dead people at the bottom of the sea. We are actually having fun in someone's cemetery. Enough deep thinking. DAY OF DEPARTURE. This should take a few days. Cruising on the beautiful sea. Yes, people are strange. They are probably suffering from sea sickness, which makes them so nervous. It's beautiful, the sound of the waves hitting the ship. Beautiful day. "How can you be so happy at a moment like this" a nervous woman threw at me. I turned my head, I don't want him to spread negative energy. At that moment I heard a scream. Someone jumped off the ship, but no one blinked. I told them what happened, but no one paid attention. I tried everything. They said it was his choice. I was scared. However, he chose his own path. A few hours and everything was already happening. Everyone is somehow depressed. So stupid. On such a wonderful journey. Time passed faster than I thought, but within 3 days several people killed themselves. They really don't know how to enjoy things. One woman cut her veins, some kid hanged himself from a part of the ship, the person after him stabbed himself, and the next killed himself with pills. Why did they go on this wonderful trip if they knew that they could not stand the beautiful sea. I don't understand such selfish people. Why do they destroy the fun. Finally the ship stopped in the sand. We arrived. How happy I was. We will see that wonderful place. The rest were not happy. Nobody wanted to go out. I am proud to be the first to leave. I was indescribably happy. I also brought a couple of meals for the prisoners, of course those who managed to survive.

We finally stayed forever on this island.