A short story of a myth where "there is this small pitch black pool of water and if people come near the edge of the water or if they try to wish with a coin ... A quick thing happens and then the person is missing gone and the only trace is -if they brought a coin- the coin floating on the water until it finally dissolves as if acid. But if they didn't bring a coin it's only a single foot step." Now here is my Grandma, siblings and parents... Here's our story with the Drowner