Found in an artificial lake in the village. At first, when I saw it from far away, I got really scared. Then I walked closer and started examining it carefully, but with no success.

admit how fragile our sense of safety is, how easily it can be broken by something as simple as a shape in the wrong place. That afternoon by the lake, the object didn’t move, didn’t threaten, didn’t speak. All the violence happened in our minds. We supplied the danger. We wrote the horror story ourselves, then believed every word.

When the old man continue reading …