I was simply rowing to the supposedly deepest part of the lake my family decided to camp by. I had decided only to bring myself and my journal. I hadn’t gotten into a fight with my family, not at all. I just craved the adventure of going out onto the lake all alone. When i was finally satisfied with the distance i had gone i stopped. I laid back on the sturdy bottom of the canoe and gazed up at the sky bathed in stars. I could have stayed like that for hours but unfortunately it was time i had to head back to the shore. I needed at least a little bit of sleep tonight. That was when i heard the first knock. At first i thought i had run shroe but i haven't moved an inch. It was easy to shrug off as nothing since it could have been anything.
