posturada wrote:
i used translate, english is not my first language
Every summer, my family and I would go to my aunt's house near the beach. But that specific summer, a strange feeling washed over me, a dark premonition that stubbornly lingered. In the initial days, peace reigned, but soon that feeling intensified, like a silent call coming from the sea. A creature? Impossible... or perhaps not. The anguish only grew, filling my dreams with vivid nightmares: a shadowy figure would drag me into the dark waters, drowning me in its icy depths. In the following days, fear paralyzed me, preventing even a simple swim. But it was on the darkest night of that summer that the voice in my dreams grew louder, more insistent, until the boundary between dream and reality blurred. That creature, an abyssal being, grabbed my legs with a filthy flipper, whispering threats: one scream from me would seal my family's fate, turning them into the main course for its kind. Immobilized by terror, I became its prey. It devoured me with the cruelty of a sea demon, the pain excruciating as my body was torn apart. And then, after all that pain that seemed to have no end, all I could feel was my family... they had forgotten me, as if I were that voice, as if i were that aberration born from a nightmare on a moonless night.