Later that afternoon, I took Alastair to a nearby lake I frequented as a child. It was a good-sized lake with a small wooden pier and a few small boats.
We sat on the pier close to where the boats were housed underneath a wooden shelter. We dangled our feet over the water while our conversation once again drifted to old times. We were deep in our reminiscing when I half-noticed a creaking from inside the dock. I ignored it, however, to my downfall.
At that moment, what appeared to be a man dove and tackled me. I careened over backwards into the water with this man clinging onto me for dear life—or maybe to end mine.
We hit the water like it was a brick wall. The breath was knocked out of my lungs as my body sunk toward the bottom of the lake.
Then reality hit me. I began to punch and scuffle with the man. He fought back, blindly almost, as though the water terrified him. He was darker than a person should be, like a shadow, and it was hard for me to make out any of his features under the water.
Through the cascading bubbles from our underwater swinging, I noticed that his eyes, glowed. Then he snarled at me underwater and that is when I became truly afraid. In the dark blue of the water with the sunshine shooting through the ripples I saw the reflection from the pearls in his mouth. They were no ordinary teeth. They had fangs. Suddenly, panic reached my empty lungs and I lashed toward it like a madman. Its face was terrifying and its eyes were chilling. I felt as if it was looking inside me and poking around in my thoughts where it didn’t belong.
My vision was darkening as my body had been without oxygen for too long. It was only understandable that I felt rather than saw the splash of another person jumping in the lake.
I coughed and immediately vomited over the side of the pier. What was I doing there? Why was I wet and cold? I vomited again.
I started and jumped up as I planned to run to anywhere but there. Alastair grabbed me and told me to calm me down. Then what had just happened came back to me like a wall of water. Alastair filled me in on the part where I had blacked out.
He had jumped into the water and pulled the mysterious figure off of me, bashing it over the head with a double-fisted hit. The figure swam up to the dock. My friend wanted to chase it but he saw that I was nearly gone. He pulled me up and onto the dock and tried to revive me. Through sputtering coughs I thanked him dearly.
Suddenly, my friend reeled as the thing struck at him out of the air. It half-connected but I could tell it still hurt Alastair greatly. Alastair recoiled with amazing strength, a strength I never thought him to possess and punched the thing. It crumpled into the water. Almost immediately as it hit the water, a bat shot out and incessantly screeched as it blindly flew past us. It flew up into the sky and disappeared from sight. I coughed as I struggled to stand. Alastair helped me up even though he was noticeably hurt. We went back to my grandparent’s house.
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