It didn't matter how hard the rain hit the old swimming pool, I could still see something moving down there. I mean, the water's always smelled like wet roadkill for as long as I could remember and nobody actually swims in it but we still go there to hang out when the weather's bright.
It's not the sort of place you'd want to be caught at after dark, not the sort of place you'd want to go to in general but there's only so much to do in a village. For us it was either sit by the war memorial until we get kicked out or throw things into the old swimming pool and see what gets thrown back.
The record so far is a bowling ball that Kyle nicked from amusement park he went to over the summer. Nearly hit him when it was tossed out and it dented the absolute shit out of the floor but it was the best thing we'd ever seen... and the most terrifying.
Little things like pencils or clumps of grass and dirt are one thing, something harmless, but the sheer force behind whatever threw the bowling ball but fear right back into us. We should have been scared all along but we'd been too busy mucking about to consider what was actually down there.
We still don't know what it is but last night we found out what it eats. Luke's cat had kittens and one of them was born dead so he threw it in. Didn't think they had so much blood in them and now it wants more. Everything else we threw in was thrown back harder than it had ever thrown before.
To make matters worse, it's not sitting all quiet and still at the bottom any more.
It's circling and gradually swimming up.
A few of us are waiting in the trees to see what it actually is but I reckon it already knows where we are.
It's not the sort of place you'd want to be caught at after dark, not the sort of place you'd want to go to in general but there's only so much to do in a village. For us it was either sit by the war memorial until we get kicked out or throw things into the old swimming pool and see what gets thrown back.
The record so far is a bowling ball that Kyle nicked from amusement park he went to over the summer. Nearly hit him when it was tossed out and it dented the absolute shit out of the floor but it was the best thing we'd ever seen... and the most terrifying.
Little things like pencils or clumps of grass and dirt are one thing, something harmless, but the sheer force behind whatever threw the bowling ball but fear right back into us. We should have been scared all along but we'd been too busy mucking about to consider what was actually down there.
We still don't know what it is but last night we found out what it eats. Luke's cat had kittens and one of them was born dead so he threw it in. Didn't think they had so much blood in them and now it wants more. Everything else we threw in was thrown back harder than it had ever thrown before.
To make matters worse, it's not sitting all quiet and still at the bottom any more.
It's circling and gradually swimming up.
A few of us are waiting in the trees to see what it actually is but I reckon it already knows where we are.
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