Thirteen days. Thirteen nights. Our days are spent in fear and our nights in horror. Rats, squealing and clawing like the furry beasts they are, haunt us. How much longer until we can escape from this cylinder-shaped prison? How much longer? Or how much longer before death? We mark the days by crossing out a day on the calendar we keep in the kitchen. We have plenty of food as the supply boat left just a month ago. He would return two weeks later. The supply boat! Maybe they could help us. “The supply boat,” I said hoarsely. The fact that I had been screaming all night ate away at my vocal cords until they could no longer handle the sound. “Forget it,” Itchoua replied in a desperate voice. “People won’t help us. The people who run the boats are cowards. » The Gléo was silent. More than any of us, he hated being cooped up. Even in the pouring rain, Le Gléo spent at least half his time outside. Itchoua and I saw his bright eyes dim and his skin move closer and closer to his bones. We felt extremely sorry for him. The man we had spent many days and nights with was gone. All you had to do was look at the overly bright face and the insane words he was muttering. The only thing he remembered was the story of the three skeletons. “They are over there,” said Le Gléo with misty eyes. “They are waiting for me. I can feel it. he said as if he had discovered the meaning of life. Then he went to the window and looked at the rats' shiny fur coat, sparkling like obsidian. I woke up to the sound of cracking plaster. The wall behind the couch was creaking. The wall wasn't cracking quickly, but the rats were relentless because they knew the wall was going to give way one day. The...... middle of paper......last night we saw the shadows of the rat skeletons. We were so scared that our minds had transformed these harmless shadows into five skeletons. I bet all the chirping and squeaking I heard before I was rescued was from the rats," I laughed. Sam laughed too. "It's funny because we were so afraid of those harmless skeletons last last night,” he said as we got back on the boat, Sam said, “Aren’t you glad we solved the mystery of the skeletons? I hate them for doing such a thing to me.” "No," I said softly. "I owe these skeletons. They kept me sane." I'm still on another deserted island with a lighthouse. not Three Skeleton Key. Most people are too afraid to work there, no matter how much money they make. Sam and I have decided to keep the true identities of the five skeletons our little secret Yet every time I hear the words ". Five Skeleton Key,” I smile..