RE: 'The Disturbed Lake' - Steemit Story Chain #17 Where You Write the Story and 100 Whaleshares for the Winner
Part twelve after @thot2word
I was frozen in place.
My thoughts were running wild and pictures of the bizarre dream from the previous night came to haunt me. How on earth could it be possibly real? There were no crocodiles or giant snakes in this area, no murdered children or missing babies. What was going on?
One part of me wanted to turn around and run, to give up this happy place of mine and never come back again. Another part was still stubborn and wouldn't believe in any of this... But a third part of me was curious beyond reckoning, fueled by the fear and the disbelief from the rest of me. I didn't become a teacher for no reason...
Was it possible that my dream had been some kind of forecast? What would happen now?
Pictures of the witch came to my mind and a nervous giggle escaped my lips. The water was still moving, as in my dream. Despite my growing anxiety I took a step forward.
And then another.
I kept going until I reached the shore, forcing myself to breathe steadily and from there I could see what was coming trowards me. Wave by wave and ever so slowly a bottle came floating to the rocky bank.
I exhaled heavily. It was only a bottled message!
I looked around and got myself a stick to fish it out of the water. When I opened it, I saw a picture; the drawing of a not yet talented child - it was the content that disturbed me quite a lot:
It was a crocodile. Chewing on a witch...
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A cold sweat broke as I sighed in relief at how silly I felt. Looking closer at the picture , I turned it around to look at the back of it . It had some scribbled writing on it that was mostly intact, but had some ink runs from being in a bottle in the lake. Though some moisture had seeped into the bottle -the message was still legible. I read the words and paused for a moment to try to understand what it meant - What would this message be doing here in this lake? - and who would have sent it?
The message was short and to the point - it had very clear instructions and there was a part of my curiosity that simply had to know more. I wanted to follow the instructions to see what would happen. With the crinkled picture in my sweaty hand, I tossed the bottle back to depth that it came from and turned away from the lake, and hurriedly made my way back to my house.
Just a few doors down from my house, old man Jack stepped outside to pick his cat up and noticed me. His eyes caught mine and suddenly, I was anxious the get past him with out all the niceties of having to make conversation. This mysterious note was burning a hole in my head and I could not think about anything else other than getting home to try it.
" Hi Jack .. good to see you .. gotta go!" I huffed at him as I put my head down and soldiered forward, fumbling for my keys. Finally reaching my doorstep, I slide the key into the lock and opened the door.I closed it quickly, took a deep breath and let it out as I leaned up against the closed door. Peace. Quite. My note!
I ran to my computer and sat down in front of it - it was already alive - silently blinking lights on the keyboard awaiting my commands. I took the picture and looked at it one time - hoping for some kind of further clues. Nothing - so I looked at the back again - ready to give it a shot.
Reading very carefully to make sure I understood what it meant , I read aloud the following words:
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I furiously typed the address into my browser - suddenly the screen lit up with opportunity and wonder....wide eyed and full of excitement, I settled into my chair and grabbed my warmed over coffee mug ......
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