In Fiscavaig, a small Scottish town by the sea, there stands an old pier in the cove. No longer in use, it sits rotting away turning green with algae and seagull crap. On either side of the pier, there is a white line, where the sea has bleached the stone. The waterline. Each day the sea rises to the line, then falls, rises, then falls. As a wee toddler, sat on my gran's knee, I used to be terrified by the old folktale. The folktales about the waterline. She used to tell me that decades ago, when she was a toddler herself, if you were under the waterline, you were systematically killed. Children, rounded up and never seen again. All her friends were taken. There one day, gone the next. You could hear their screams echoing through the village.
Yesterday my friend Rhibbhin went missing. So did Sam, Callum and Eve. All of them short for their age. The local police say it was a group drug accident. They had gone to the woods, taken drugs, it had taken over them and they had died blahblahblah. I know it's not true. I have no evidence, but I have a hunch. The waterline will be soaked with their blood tonight.
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Waterline
Mystery / ThrillerDecades ago, in a small Scottish village by the sea, children were systematically killed. Now it's no more than a folk tale to scare the youngsters, but when children start to go missing, Morgan suspects something more sinister.
