No words will ever be able to describe the horror I felt when I was stuck on a box, with the only option of running to the other side.

I hate the water.


"It's the unseen you want to worry about, because unseen things make you think."

Horror was blooming in his chest like blood flowing out of a stab, filling him up with a terrible feeling. His body racked him in shivers of horror, he feeling the fear creep up his chest, and he wanted to vomit it out, but it was invisible. He opened his mouth as if expecting to feel the horror pass out of it, but all there was nothing but that horrible, horrible sound...

Shplsh

Shpsh

Shpsh

It was his shaking. It was rocking the box.

Shpsh

Shpsh

Shpsh

It was coming.

Shpsh

He knew it couldn't hurt him. No while on this little wooden island. It never came out of the water, but it didn't need to. All he had was these box's to walk on, or risk having it eat him, or worse.

A small shift from the box made him freeze. Checking.

Shpsh

Shpsh

Shpsh

The horror still remained even though he knew it was gone. No, he could not, would not, move from the box. To horrifying. Swimming around, waiting for him. The monsters, he could see them. All this was was a splash. A murderous splash that was attracted to sound and movement.

But he had to go sometime. If he didn't move soon, eventually he would end up in the water, and this time there would be no running.

A box. On the other side of the hallway. He would not be able jump that far...

Could he?

He grasped a bloody arm. Where it came from, he did not want to know, but he knew it liked meat, and it was always there, always waiting...

For a second, he couldn't do it, but he did.

Shpsh

Shpsh

Shpsh

It had been right next to his box. Waiting.

Shpshcrsh

Shpshcrsh

Shpshcrsh

He had to run now. It ate fast.

He jumped into the water, running full speed toward the safety.

And behind him, he could hear it. That murderous splash.

But it, he knew, was not a splash.

Shpsh

Shpsh

Shpsh