Board Thread:Short Stories/@comment-26108027-20181004153536/@comment-26108027-20181004223747

Oh, thank goodness, I'm not alone here.

There have been more instances since my last post.

Little things, coincidences that I could brush off no problem.

But the most recent one, I... Just can't shake.

It was this summer, and I was taking a vacation with my family. We decided to go diving to look at the marine life surrounding the island, and I wandered off to follow this pretty little fish, right to a sunken ferry.

I decided to investigate, my curiosity spiking (naturally, look what i do for a living.) as I noticed how perfectly everything was preserved, aside from the massive hole in the hull.

The wood inside was barely decayed, the paint marking the name on the side was even intact. I had some fun poking around for a few minutes before getting bored and starting back to the beach.

There was a figure in the hole that i had entered, barely moving. Another diver. I waved a little as he entered, and I swam around him towards the exit. I felt my flipper catch on something.

I turned, expecting it to be stuck in the twisted metal surrounding the hole.

He was holding onto my flipper. Staring at me.

I could feel my stomach sink as I noticed the foggy plastic mask covered in barnacles, the lack of bubbles, the cracked, bloated skin..

I don't remember getting away. I don't remember getting to the beach. I only remember laying in bed wide awake that night.