It was thought to be a human at first, a serial killer drowning the victims elsewhere and leaving their bodies in the dust and fishbones. This, of course, was accepted for a good while as anything that makes sense in the face of the impossible often is.
It was accepted for so long that profiles of the assumed killer were made, descriptions of suspicious individuals were generously provided by a nervous population and it was all thrown aside when a murder was witnessed in broad daylight by a large crowd and news crew.
There was nothing and no-one who could dispute what they saw, what they recorded. It was clear as the water that hadn't run for over thirty years that the only humans involved were the unfortunate score who'd gotten too close at just the right moment and been dragged to their deaths.
Seeing someone drown in air is a sight you never forget. Hearing water fill their lungs while they roll about in dirt and stones is so contradictory that the brain just doesn't comprehend what's being seen and decides it must be a joke somehow.
The last thing they heard was our laughter.
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