Harmonious_Echos Posted October 17, 2012 Report Share Posted October 17, 2012 (edited) In my everyday life, I'm a fairly everyday girl. I live at home with my family, go to school, and since I'm 'old enough now' I have a job. My job: I'm a lifeguard for the local indoor pool. It's not the greatest pay, but guys like a girl with authority--especially an immodest, attractive blonde one, in a cute red tankini & little black shorts. That would be me, except for the immodest part. I usually work the early morning shift, so I'm the one who nobody sees, rubbing her eyes & trying to look awake as she unlocks the heavy pool-room doors in the dark at 5:30 AM. But on the last morning I came to the pool, something was different. I wasn't different; I'd had my cup of coffee & brushed my hair, and was fumbling the doors open in the dim red light of the exit sign. The pool water lay straight in front of me, close, only a few feet ahead. It was smooth as glass, reflecting the sign & the emergency lights clearly on its surface. And then it happened; as I watched, a long line appeared in the surface; the water bulged slightly, then folded smoothly downward, as if it were a giant fold of skin, turning, repositioning itself. The line stretched the length of the pool, shifted, swirled, drew the reflected light into the shape of a single living eye. Then it rippled apart, became a line again, and rapidly faded away. Can you say, instant hyperventillation?! My mind, jolted fully awake by the shock, raced to find an explaination; but I knew there weren't any jets that could make a line in the water like that. Not even a broken drain cover could make the water use the light to make an eye. A breath of cool air caught the back of my neck. My whole SKIN stood on end, as I stood in the doorway, keys in hand, frozen. Only the soft ticking of the clock on the wall broke the silence. I tried desperately to convince myself that I hadn't seen what I'd just seen, but failed; the light from the door behind me seemed to fade into the air, as if the darkness were thickening around me. It couldn't be real, I thought. I t's not real. There's nothing in the water. The water isn't really watching me. I could pretend that the water was fine, it was all just a figment of my over-tired mind. Hey, maybe it was. I'm only 17, and it was 5:30 in the morning. Blame it on the teenage hormones. I had nearly convinced myself that it was just a dream, when, shaking my head, I took a step towards the office. The pool area office is located inconveniently opposite the entrance door, around the other side of the pool. I stepped forward, intending to go around the end of the pool to the office, but my feet and legs suddenly had a mind of their own. They carried me straight forward, directly towards that dark water. My eyes snapped open wide again and I stumbled, leaned back, dug my heels in, and swayed to a stop a milisecond from tumbling in. I felt a giant hand in the darkness behind me, pressed on my back, trying to shove me in. Instinctively I knew what I feared; the water wanted me. And that single hideous look had told me all I needed to know; it wansn't some mischevious friendly thing. It wanted me, because I was its prey. "Oh, God, help me!" I whispered aloud. I closed my eyes for minute and thought of everything I knew about evil. My fear bubbled violently in my mind, making it hard to think clearly. It's dark, I thought. Darkness. What is the opposite of darkness. The lights! If I could just turn them on, it would be gone; it would have to go, whatever it was, because it can't exist in the light. My sandals squeaked as I shoved my feet backwards from the water's edge, lifting my feet up & stepping down & back, hard into whatever was pushing me. I turned, and dragged my eyes away from the water, and found that when I didn't look, the pull lessened; looking at the floor, the wall, the lights above the door, whatever I could, I made my way around the pool deck to the office door. I threw open the door, flew inside and jumped at the light switch panel like a wild thing, flipping on every switch, even the underwater lights. Then I just stood there for a few minutes, leaning against the wall, shivering. Many thankful prayers were whispered. After calming down, I put on my whistle & rescue gear, and stepped cautiously outside the office to look around. The water of the pool shone blue & innocent, sparkling like some kind of liquid aquamarine jewel; nothing unusual there. I sat down in my lifeguard chair with a sigh of relief; it was over. Whatever it had been, it was gone now. Except, as I looked across the glittering blue ripples, a tiny echo came floating to the surface of my mind... "I'm still watching you". Edited October 22, 2012 by Harmony Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snypiuer Posted October 18, 2012 Report Share Posted October 18, 2012 Great . . . juuUUSSsttt GREAT! First frikin' Jaws spoiled the ocean for me, NOW I'm not going to be able to swim in a pool at night! AND baths! I LIKE a nice relaxing hot bath at night with the lights all low . . . THANKS! Thanks a LOT! You know, sometimes, just SOMETIMES, I wish some of you WEREN'T so good in your writing! And yet, I can't wait for more! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
eyeoneblack Posted October 18, 2012 Report Share Posted October 18, 2012 (edited) Talent! I would have thought it was a dream. Dreaming that we are awake. Awaking that we are dream. Awake, a dream, is there really any difference? (But you'll never know in the hands of a gifted writer). Edited October 18, 2012 by eyeoneblack Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
James Crow Posted October 22, 2012 Report Share Posted October 22, 2012 I am with Snypiuer on this one. No more baths for me....ever! But that just goes to show how good a job you did. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harmonious_Echos Posted October 22, 2012 Author Report Share Posted October 22, 2012 Hey, you think that's bad, maybe I should write out the story of the pack of Demon Dogs that visited me when I was little...you'll never want to sleep again...or the time Muse thought it would be funny to put me in a packing-case full of candy & then drop it, and me, directly into the middle of an American Revolutionary battleground just AFTER the battle(yes, she time-travels too)...you'll think twice about riding a horse anywhere (especially when there are people carrying bayonets around)... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harmonious_Echos Posted June 25, 2013 Author Report Share Posted June 25, 2013 Just re-posting a note on here...anyone else want to read this feel free... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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