Day 273

The girls at the end of the pier only want to play.
They never meant no harm.
It was only a game.

They only want to talk.
They'll even tell you how they died if you ask.
Of course they all tell a different story but they mean well.

It's such a quiet part of town, they get so lonely.
They only wanted to make friends.
This wasn't supposed to happen.

We even put up a list of rules at the end of the pier so everyone would know.
It's dead simple - big letters and everything.
First thing is you're not meant to go into the water.

That's what happened, he broke the rules.
Don't blame the girls, they'd never hurt no-one.
Its whatever's in that lake that's to blame.

We've all heard about it, its what killed those girls in the first place.
Not like they'll say so but they're still only kids.
The thing in the lake killed him, dragged him under good and proper.

Poor mite, hope he went fast is all I can say.
You'll see him with the girls soon enough if its any consolation.
I'm sure they'll like having a new friend.

Still I wonder...
Where'd the rest of his body go?
The girls turned up whole but we only found his head and arm.

Maybe he'll find his own way home though.
Maybe he'll shamble out of the lake, soaking and dragging pondweed with him.
He could even be coming back now.

Listen.
Listen for him.
Won't be long now.

You'll see.

He'll be home soon.