Beneath the River

It commenced with the river. People in town usually whispered that the river had secrets, dark ones, and which you shouldn’t move close to it after dusk. But I wasn’t one for believing in vintage better halves’ tales. I’ve continually been greater of a logical man or woman—never one to entertain the nonsense passed down via generations.

That night, though, something changed into exceptional.

Molly turned into home, possibly asleep. We’d had any other combat—in reality, I can’t even recollect what it changed into approximately. Something trivial, no doubt. It commonly was with Molly. The air in the house felt heavy, suffocating, so I left, only for a touch whilst, to clear my head. The river regarded like the appropriate place. Quiet. Solitary. The type of vicinity where I could breathe without feeling just like the partitions were remaining in.

The moon hung complete in the sky, casting its mild over the water, which changed into eerily nonetheless. So nonetheless it almost gave the look of glass. I determined my typical spot underneath the willow tree. That tree had always been a kind of safe haven for me in view that I was a kid. Sitting there, I felt the anxiety in my chest loosen.

Then I noticed her.

At first, it turned into just a ripple within the water, diffused and slow. I didn’t think a great deal of it, however then she rose from under the floor. The first issue I observed became how light she turned into, her skin nearly sparkling in the moonlight. Her hair clung to her face, moist and darkish, and her eyes—God, her eyes had been like not anything I’d ever seen. Black, bottomless. She didn’t blink, didn’t even recoil.

She spoke, but I can’t keep in mind what she stated. Her voice turned into gentle, like the whisper of the wind, and it felt like she wasn’t absolutely speaking to me however to something deeper interior of me. Without wondering, I stood up and walked closer to her. My toes sank into the dust as I were given toward the water. It didn’t