Midnight Tales

Enchanting Femme Fatale: The Voice Of A Siren

Enchanting Femme Fatale: The Voice Of A Siren

Our town believes in the most bizarre creatures even though no one has really proven its existence, I've been living here since birth but never have I seen a siren sitting on a rock or luring me to the depth of my despair.

Some say they have heard one, singing the most beautiful, intoxicating melody that is irresistible to the ears. But I won't believe it until I really see one.

I've been sailing from night to dawn for years but never encountered a singing lady in the water with its tail visible under the ocean. It's not like I'm anticipating seeing one, Sirens have been described as sailors enemies, they lure the likes of us to destruction and feast on our body.

I guess they are just myths to scare their husbands to not set sail at night. I've been sitting on my boat for hours now, all alone in the middle of nowhere while my net is widely spread on the ocean to catch some fish to sell on the market tomorrow.

It's freezing cold even though I am covered in layered clothes with a thick jacket, I rubbed my hands together and pressed them on my cheeks to feel warm. The ocean is quiet and dark, the sound of waves can't be heard and the only source of light I have is my small lamp powered with gas.

I checked my net from time to time and pulled it inside my boat once it was full. That has been my cycle for the past few hours while I also take a five to thirty minutes nap every time my eyes get sleepy.

Once again, I filled five buckets with different varieties of fish I got from the ocean last night, and once again there was no sign of siren luring around my boat. I returned to shore and transferred the fishes on a bigger bucket and used my small truck to get to the market and sell them.

"Another successful fishing, huh?" My friend, also a fisherman, tapped my shoulder.I showed him an arrogant smirk.

"That's why you should set sail at night too, you might catch more fish than me." I answered.

He shrugged his shoulder at me and pointed at his wife who is busy with their fifth child.

"She won't let me, there are sirens out there my friend, lurking in the dark and waiting for the perfect time to strike. You should be careful too, sirens victims are usually men as we can be easily enticed by their beauty and voice." He advised me before turning his back and walked away from me.

I did not listen to his advice at all and continued to do my routine. I have no wife, no kids, no parents, in short. I live all alone, on a small hut I built near the shore.

It was another freezing night, the waves were calm or so I thought. I always thought that the little waves under my boat were created by the fish I caught, but I failed to notice the small details every time I pulled my net.

I feel it, the eerie feeling of being watched in the middle of the ocean with only your boat drifting on its surface. I feel it, the fear slowly creeping on to my skin, the coldness of the air matched with the slow but deadly sound of waves underneath my boat.

I clenched my fist and sat in the middle of my boat. My heart is palpitating, my hands shaking uncontrollably.

Slowly but surely, I could feel it moving underneath. Its tail waving with the ocean and glittering underneath the dark abyss, the creature whom I thought never exists turns out to have been accompanying me since the day I left the shore to fish.