When I was ten years old, I moved to West Texas. I loved swimming in the lakes and ponds around my home before, so I was disappointed when I found out that there was only one body of water near my new home. This “lake” (about the size of a football field) was called Clearwater Lake. It took about an hour’s time to drive there. The first time my family drove over there, I was amazed by how many people there were, all the cars packed liked sardines, the people moving so slowly it was like molasses.
When I finally got to the beach, I noticed something wrong. There were children running along the beach, and parents sitting under umbrellas with beers, but there was no one, not a soul, in the water. The water was murky and brown, like a poor painter who mixed too many of his colors, and there were sticks, like broken boats floating on a thin sheet of gunk. I pondered this question for a …show more content…
The marks had been bored into my memory as deep as they had into the stone. My dreams were were plagued with different animals, and one stood out to me in particular, even if it was the most misted and blurry. A long, winding, snake-like, creature, with powerful talons that looked sharper than the rest of the vision.
The next night, I asked my parents if I could go down by the lake (many people camped nearby, and we were no different). My parents, being protective, as all parents are, first declined that request. They said that it was late, and they had heard of things much worse than I about the lake. But when I assured them that I would be going with the old man I had met, they relented.
I met the old man at the same spot I picked up the mysterious stone. There was no one next to the lake other than the two of us. I shivered, even though the day was not cold, as turned to the old man to remark, “Something does not feel right,” but he was not there anymore.
I looked around, confused, and called out, “Hello, anybody here?”
“Yes, quite, I am
When I finally got to the beach, I noticed something wrong. There were children running along the beach, and parents sitting under umbrellas with beers, but there was no one, not a soul, in the water. The water was murky and brown, like a poor painter who mixed too many of his colors, and there were sticks, like broken boats floating on a thin sheet of gunk. I pondered this question for a …show more content…
The marks had been bored into my memory as deep as they had into the stone. My dreams were were plagued with different animals, and one stood out to me in particular, even if it was the most misted and blurry. A long, winding, snake-like, creature, with powerful talons that looked sharper than the rest of the vision.
The next night, I asked my parents if I could go down by the lake (many people camped nearby, and we were no different). My parents, being protective, as all parents are, first declined that request. They said that it was late, and they had heard of things much worse than I about the lake. But when I assured them that I would be going with the old man I had met, they relented.
I met the old man at the same spot I picked up the mysterious stone. There was no one next to the lake other than the two of us. I shivered, even though the day was not cold, as turned to the old man to remark, “Something does not feel right,” but he was not there anymore.
I looked around, confused, and called out, “Hello, anybody here?”
“Yes, quite, I am