No sign of the fog today. William Teller, doing some night fishing from a canoe, sees something dark and human sized at the edge of his light. It vanishes while he watches it. Moments later, he spots four more of the figures, all immobile, at the opposite side of what his lantern is illuminating. He hurries home, shaken.
There are several sightings of dark figures around the outskirts of town.
The water level throughout town drops several inches overnight. Aquatic crops, like rice, droop and appear sickly. The booming sounds quiet, but now occur at regular intervals. They can be felt more than heard.
Sharps Teller’s hut is completely destroyed, with no sign of him or his visitors.
The water level throughout town raises a foot higher than normal. Any who spend any significant time in the water experience skin irritation. No one can stand more than an hour or so of it before needing to dry off.
The sounds, muffled, continue.
Conversation at The Pleasant Kitchen tends toward ways to abandon the village, and when, or trying to investigate the source of the problem.