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A peering face emerges from the tent. 

The burning flames spit angrily like an 

agitated cobra. Long dark hair flies in 

the wind. An eerie glow dances through 

the air. Silence lingers around. Francis 

lights her smoky cigarette and trots 

along the isolated lane. Crackling leaves 

break in harmony with the spitting fire. 

The rest of the world is silent.

The campsite becomes a distant shadow as the 

figure approaches the bottomless pit of water. 

She strolls along the isolated bridge, 

weathered like an old man’s face. The stars 

glare down on her. Two long legs step in to the 

wooden canoe. The oars splash through the 

pristine water. Minutes swim past as the canoe 

stops. Francis Relaxes.

Content as a purring cat Francis lifts her 

pen and lets the ink sprint along the 

page of her diary. Underneath the boat 

a prickly body brushes against the 

wooden planks. KNOCK! KNOCK! 

Sweat drips down her forehead and 

splats the page. Shaking like a speaker, 

she nervously peers over the edge of 

the boat but all she sees is a black abyss 

of darkness that is the lake. She 

contently lay down again. Minutes fly by 

as she stares up at the moonlit sky. 

KNOCK! 

KNOCK!

Her eyes leap open as she fumbles around for 

the oars. She rows in a desperate panic,she 

doesn’t move. Her heart sinks to the deepest 

depths of her stomach. nervous worries flow 

through her mind as she flutters her eyelids 

and lay down. Silence replaces her beating 

heart.

Minutes seem like hours as Francis lay awake, 

ears pricked up alert for the sound. Her mind 

reassures her nervous body,just as she calms 

down…

KNOCK! KNOCK! The boat vibrates as 

Francis flies into the air, plummeting 

back into the boat she starts to 

hyperventilate. Fat tears roll down her 

face. She buries her head in her knees, 

longing for the safety of her tent. 

Flashbacks of childhood monsters race 

through her aching head. One memory 

sticks in her mind,her brother smirking 

as he tells her about the lake-snake a 

horrific sea monster who roams the 

lakes… 

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