The mist fell over the water, covered the islands within swimming distance. Trains were heard, birds were heard, the waves crashing weren't. The lake was ignored, the lake was feared, the lake was something shunned away from society, hidden deep in the area of the untouchables.
Percy stood at the water's edge, stood there every morning and looked out into that water. He could see them, the shapes moving. He could see their gray silhouettes and their same, dead movements. They were always the same.
Nobody spoke about them, nobody laid their eyes on the water. They got in the same boats, sailed the same waves, never paid what was underneath any mind. They were scared, scared in the deepest parts of their soul. But you need to know something exists to be afraid of it.
Percy stuck his bare foot out, touched the green water with his big toe. The wind stopped the fog deepened, his heart rate intensified.
He took his foot back, put his shoes back on, walked off to school. Maybe another day, maybe another day...
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Hell is Real
FanfictionThe crows gather on the trees and buildings. You start counting, 1, 2, 3, 4, but there are too many to count. They gather as one, they fly off as one. That is why they will survive and you will not. Their feathers block out the light. X X (Plot base...
