The Horror from the Deep (2020) SS by John Glasby

of the island where they eventually made landfall after miraculously surviving a tremendous storm which blew them hundreds of miles to the south of their intended course, so closely resembles that of Easter Island that it is hard to dismiss the story as a complete fabrication. Yet it is not the possibility that these ancient sailors apparently reached that isolated spot in the South Pacific Ocean which inclines me to the belief that Dansell may be right in some of his more controversial and fantastic assertions. What makes me shudder at times is the detailed account given of another island, larger than Easter Island, reputedly lying some twenty miles to the south. At this point in the book, the saga becomes more incredulous for not only is such an island unrecorded on any modern charts and unmentioned in any records since Easter Island was discovered by a Dutch ship on Easter Day 1722, but the oddly garbled statements given contain such bizarre terms and disclosures that, at first sight, they must be relegated to the realm of legend. They speak of rivers of brown ooze flowing from a lofty central peak whose slime-coated sides are dotted with vast caverns and tunnels into which none of the mariners dared venture for not only did these eerie entrances into the solid rock give the impression of having been bored by some unguessable means but there was an air of utter malignancy lying over the entire island which unnerved even the most courageous among them. Furthermore, the men