The Skin of the Lake
horror◐ MatureI surfaced early to tell our boss, Dunmore, about the table. He stood on the cracked lakebed staring at the water, not at me. "The Hesper records list nobody by that house," he said. "Town flooded in '61. No bodies were ever recovered." He wouldn't meet my eyes. "Get the crew out before dark."
I obeyed and called the crew up. We counted heads on the lakebed: six went down, seven climbed out. The extra one stood at the back, dripping, wearing our gear, face hidden by a fogged mask. When Dunmore asked its name, it tilted its head and smiled behind the glass.
What happens next?
1 ways forwardDunmore ordered the extra diver's mask removed. We unclipped it. Under the glass was my own face, calm and dripping, mouthing words at me. "You drowned in '61," it said gently. "This part, up here, is the dream." Then the lakebed under my real feet turned soft, and the water rose to take its tenant back.