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I’m not sure why, but I feel like I’m under stress at the moment. It could just be nerves, well, that’s what most people say to me. But they don’t really know the truth. I’ve thought about this a lot, and I’ve tried to draw what few conclusions I can from the evidence I’ve gathered. Come closer. No, closer than that. I want you right here where I can see your eyes, the manic look in them, when you discover what really happened on the night of June the Third, 2007.

So, it started pretty normally: I was just walking home from another day at the office – you know how it is here – in the nicer streets, quiet and warm, the summer breezes just picking up to the way they should be. As I was walking past the park (why is it always a park?) I spotted something I shouldn’t have on reflection; it was a young woman, surrounded by falling blossom, standing by the lake. And as I walked by, thinking she was simply enjoying the view, she dived in, fully clothed. The splash was tremendous, and I didn’t see her head bob up from the water.

It was of course my reflex to panic; I rushed over to the lakeside, where nobody even seemed to care. They were all wrapped up in their own things, too busy to even care about somebody’s life. I tore off my jacket and dived in after here, trying to squint through the murky water, but it stung my eyes as if full of vinegar and not the freshness I was expecting. It was sour, stale; not right.

Fumbling with bubbles escaping my lungs, I found a figure drifting towards the bottom of the centre of the lake. It felt too deep for its size as I grabbed the limp figure down there, pulling her up to the surface and dragging her, spluttering for breath, onto the shore.

I tried to remember my first aid training in a panic; my heart was racing as I choked water into the lake, which leered at me with some malevolent gleam. I was lucky that somebody else managed to act, running over to the woman and performing CPR.

Now this is where things started to get strange; I could feel something reaching for me, lunging and attacking. Blue circles of near unconsciousness flashing in front of my eyes, I turned around and saw something unlike anything I’d ever seen before. The lake water was staring at me, beckoning to me with a sweet aroma of cooking. I could definitely smell my mother’s home cooking in there; yes, I wanted to go in more than anything else. There was a dark haze rising in the water, and I started to drift along into the water. Before I knew it, I was being sucked in, swallowed up by whatever beast it was that attacked me. My head pounded me unconscious; when I next woke up, I was in a hospital bed, attached to all sorts of drips and machinery. But somehow, even then something wasn’t right. I think it is the water, my friends; all of the water in that city. There was something in it, and something not natural. By the time anybody else had realised it, the strange threat that consumed our most precious resource, it was all over.

Now, whenever I drink a glass of water, I see it winking at me. I can see it drawing me in. And I know that there’s something in there; something that’s alive.

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I’m not sure why, but I feel like I’m under stress at the moment. It could just be nerves, well, that’s what most people say to me. But they don’t really know the truth. I’ve thought about this a lot, and I’ve tried to draw what few conclusions I can from the evidence I’ve gathered. Come closer. No, closer than that. I want you right here where I can see your eyes, the manic look in them, when you discover what really happened on the night of June the Third, 2007.

So, it started pretty normally: I was just walking home from another day at the office – you know how it is here – in the nicer streets, quiet and warm, the summer breezes just picking up to the way they should be. As I was walking past the park (why is it always a park?) I spotted something I shouldn’t have on reflection; it was a young woman, surrounded by falling blossom, standing by the lake. And as I walked by, thinking she was simply enjoying the view, she dived in, fully clothed. The splash was tremendous, and I didn’t see her head bob up from the water.

It was of course my reflex to panic; I rushed over to the lakeside, where nobody even seemed to care. They were all wrapped up in their own things, too busy to even care about somebody’s life. I tore off my jacket and dived in after here, trying to squint through the murky water, but it stung my eyes as if full of vinegar and not the freshness I was expecting. It was sour, stale; not right.

Fumbling with bubbles escaping my lungs, I found a figure drifting towards the bottom of the centre of the lake. It felt too deep for its size as I grabbed the limp figure down there, pulling her up to the surface and dragging her, spluttering for breath, onto the shore.

I tried to remember my first aid training in a panic; my heart was racing as I choked water into the lake, which leered at me with some malevolent gleam. I was lucky that somebody else managed to act, running over to the woman and performing CPR.

Now this is where things started to get strange; I could feel something reaching for me, lunging and attacking. Blue circles of near unconsciousness flashing in front of my eyes, I turned around and saw something unlike anything I’d ever seen before. The lake water was staring at me, beckoning to me with a sweet aroma of cooking. I could definitely smell my mother’s home cooking in there; yes, I wanted to go in more than anything else. There was a dark haze rising in the water, and I started to drift along into the water. Before I knew it, I was being sucked in, swallowed up by whatever beast it was that attacked me. My head pounded me unconscious; when I next woke up, I was in a hospital bed, attached to all sorts of drips and machinery. But somehow, even then something wasn’t right. I think it is the water, my friends; all of the water in that city. There was something in it, and something not natural. By the time anybody else had realised it, the strange threat that consumed our most precious resource, it was all over.

Now, whenever I drink a glass of water, I see it winking at me. I can see it drawing me in. And I know that there’s something in there; something that’s alive.