Come along, they said. It would be a new, fresh start, they said.

But nowhere did they say that sickness would ravage the travelers. Nowhere did they say that so many of us wouldn't make the trip over. And what of the ocean? Will the creatures lurking underneath murky seas allow us passage or strike at our ship full of easy prey.

King George was a monster. King George was unfair. As true as both of those things were, King George, contained one other key personality trait. He was predictable. With King George, I knew what to expect and how to navigate life so that I could at least get by, but now on my way to a new life, I knew absolutely nothing at all.

I knew nothing about what waited of me beyond the endless seas. I knew nothing about the land I was to soon call home or the people already inhabited there. Although if it's anything like this journey so far, I can see this exciting new opportunity morphing into my doom before my very eyes.

Because horrors aren't in the the fantastical; the true horrors are the things lurking in our everyday world that we simply don't know.