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Mount Merbuk, Lost-Part 3.

The Thud

This should not have been we thought to ourselves as Steve and I looked at each other. A low repetitive rumble filled the air. It was not a sound an animal would make. It felt similar to a vibration rather than a sound. We didn’t know where it came from, it felt as if it had us surrounded and neither of us knew where to look. Like it mattered, it was completely dark and all we had was the flames to go by. Their glow was giving us a depth of vision to make two meters around us and nothing more. 

Nothing to worry about we thought, nothing to worry about because there are no predators on the island except for snakes. They would have been put off by the fire for one and they will not make that sort of sound. So what was near us, what made that sound?

As quickly as the rumble came, it went and we tried not to think of it much. We got the fire going and it was time to try and get some rest. Settling in the Igloo, was comforting but the annoying mosquitoes kept us from getting any useful sleep. 

Each time we were to doze off, a bite here and a bite there would awaken us. We both kept waiting for the phone to go off as if miraculously the signal would find us. No, this didn’t happen. Trying to sleep while knowing you will be bitten is very frustrating. However, not as scary as the rumble that started up again. It was nearing midnight when we were startled.

We both grabbed a phone and turned on both flashlights. Despite trying to conserve the battery, this was no time to be frugal. I swore I saw a shadow in the distance, yet I was also sure that my mind was playing tricks on me. The flicker of the fire made the shadows dance. It was either mine or Steve’s shadow. I hoped and did my best to convince myself of that. 

That worked until we heard a loud thump. A thump that made the ground vibrate around us. Out of thin air, it seemed like something landed from a great height near our campsite and vibrated the ground around us. Even if I had climbed a tree, there is no way I would have made the sound. Steve and I looked at each other and knew we were no longer alone.  

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Zsolt Zsemba

Zsolt Zsemba has worn many different hats. He has been an entrepreneur, and businessman for over 30 years. Living abroad has given him many amazing experiences in life and also sparked his imagination for writing. After moving to Canada from Hungary at the age of 10 and working in a family business for a large part of his life. The switch from manufacturing to writing came surprisingly easily for him. His passion for writing began at age 12, mostly writing poetry and short stories. In 1999, the chance came to write scripts. Zsolt took some time off from his family business to write in Jakarta Indonesia for MD Entertainment. Having written dozens of soap operas and made for TV movies, in 2003 Zsolt returned to the family business once more. In 2018, he had the chance to head back to Asia once again. He took on the challenge to be the COO for MD Pictures and get back into the entertainment business. The entertainment business opened up the desire to write once more and the words began to flow onto the pages again. He decided to rewrite a book he began years ago. Organ House was reborn and is a fiction suspense novel while Scars is a young adult drama focused on life’s challenges. After the first two books, his desire to write not only became more challenging but enjoyable as well. After having several books completed he was convinced to publish them for your enjoyment. Zsolt does not tend to stay in one specific genre but tends to lean towards strong female leads and horror. Though he also has a few human interest books, he tends to write about whatever brews in his brain for a while.