Eight People Went Missing On The Saint Lawrence River And I Know What’s Happened To Them

April 15th 2015. 1:45 PM.

With the help of my neighbor, I got the rotten fish off my porch around six this morning. I wasn’t doing any work, so I decided to take a leisure day. I took off for town at 9 AM. I hadn’t received a blocked call since yesterday afternoon. Today started off great. I paid for a boat tour of Millionaire’s Row at 10:15. They don’t officially open the tour until May 2nd, but locals were allowed a private viewing. I’ve been on this tour at least 10 times, but I love the nice houses. I was having an awesome time on the tour (I love the stories that the tour guides tell). Then Millionaire’s Row came into view.

Anyone who hasn’t seen these houses need to. They are absolutely gorgeous. We came to a house with its own private beach. About five kids, still clothed (it wasn’t that warm out) were sitting in the sand playing. I saw about eight adults all sitting at the top of the beach in chairs with drinks in their hands. As the tour boat rode past, the adults stood up and started waving to us. The tour boat slowly made its way across what I assumed to be their boathouse. The door was open. I used my binoculars to look inside. Inside, suspended, was a boat with the top covered by a blue tarp, but you could see a little bit of lime green with gold flakes. Lime green. With gold flakes. The image of the video resurfaced in my head. I sank back into my seat.

As soon as the boat got back, I called Officer Yeon. I told her what I saw, and what she said next unsettled me.

“Dom, stop. You should go home,” she said. “Come back next week to finish prepping your camp. It’s been a long week. But please stop prying. You can’t change anything. Remember what I said?”

“I’m just a sunfish in the Lawrence.” I replied angrily.

“Right, I’m sorry for what happened this week, Dom. I’ll come say hi when you come back up. Bye.”

I was debating whether I should stay or go, when I got a call. It was an actual number this time! As soon as I answered, I heard a familiar female’s voice.

“The jaws of The Serpent saved your life. But you need to pay your debt. July 2017, make a friend, bring them to Bear island. We will leave you alone unless you do not comply to his satisfaction. If that happens, your boat will be left empty. Thank you Mr. Reppi.”

April 15th 2015. 2:05 PM.

Well, I’ve finished packing up. I’ve still got things to do, but I’ll come back next week. Greater good or not, what happened two summers ago is not right. I don’t know exactly what is going on here, but I know nobody will listen to me. A person like me can’t change shit, but I think I’ll post this everywhere I can when I get home, I may not be able to do anything, but at least I can get the word out.