Blood Water

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I managed to steal another hour in the laboratory tonight to examine the specimen before retiring to bed. I am beginning to understand that I have in my grasp something quite unique but potentially dangerous. I must keep checking my equipment to ensure everything is secure. If the specimen is as intelligent as I suspect, then it needs to be properly contained.

Holland is like a leech – he won’t leave me alone, always asking what I’m up to, what my plans are… He hangs around like a bad smell. It’s not like he has nothing to do, and the recreation room is full of books and DVDs. I wish he’d find someone else to pester. I doubt he knows what I’m doing though. I hope not. I get the feeling he wouldn’t be able to keep a secret, especially one as important as this. It has become necessary to keep an eye on him at all times.

Friday 15th September

I introduced the specimen to a trout from the lake today. Incredible! I was dumbstruck and could do nothing but stare at it for several minutes. It entered the trout through its mouth and just disappeared inside. The specimen reminds me a little of a hagfish, or one of those ghost slugs that turned up in Wales last year and because of this I assumed it might attempt to eat the trout from the inside, but then the fish started to behave oddly. Its swimming pattern was erratic, clumsy, as though it was learning to swim for the first time. It would repeatedly attempt to leap out of the water. I had the impression that the fish was no longer in control of its body, and that the specimen was somehow in the driving seat.

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