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My mother held my sister underwater to 'teach her how to breathe.' Now she's coughing up black mud.
My sister is currently sleeping in the bed next to me. We are hiding inside a cheap motel room located just off the interstate. Nobody in the medical field can figure out what is wrong with her. She just spent the last hour leaning over the bathroom sink, coughing up clumps of thick black mud. Her skin is starting to peel away along her forearms, and underneath the dead tissue, pale scales are growing. We need someone who understands the occult, who knows how to reverse whatever is happening to her.
To explain how we ended up in this situation, you need to understand our family history. My parents always told us the outside world was entirely too dangerous for children. Long before my sister and I were born, our parents lived in a bustling major city. They had another child back then. He was killed in a hit-and-run car accident when he was only five years old, and the grief from that tragic event completely broke their minds. They immediately packed up their lives and moved to an isolated village situated on the edge of a massive black-water lake surrounded by a dense forest.
They always claimed the village had extraordinary healing powers, and told us the water and the tight-knit community brought them peace after their devastating loss. Shortly after moving into our lakeside house, my mother got pregnant with me, and a few years later, my sister was born.
Growing up in the village felt incredibly suffocating. Our parents were fiercely overprotective. They refused to let us travel to the nearest town, monitored our schoolwork, controlled who we spoke to, and forbade us from going near the deeper parts of the lake. The other adults in the village shared this exact same parenting style. Every child in the community was kept under constant, suffocating surveillance.
I am eighteen years old now. Up until yesterday, I was only days away from leaving for college. Getting accepted into a university hours away from the village was my only escape plan, but My sister is fourteen, and leaving her behind was the hardest decision of my life, so we spent the last few weeks secretly discussing how she could eventually join me once she graduated high school.
And of course, my parents hated the idea of me leaving. They tried everything to keep me at home. They offered to buy me a new car if I stayed in the village, cried endlessly and begged me to reconsider my plans. My dad would sit in the living room in the dark, staring blankly at the walls whenever my departure date was mentioned, and my mother would leave passive-aggressive notes on my bedroom door, reminding me about the dangers of city life, and above all of that the entire village seemed to mourn my upcoming departure. Neighbors would stop me on the dirt roads and tell me I was making a terrible mistake.
A few nights ago, the strange behavior escalated into something genuinely terrifying.
The house was completely quiet after midnight. I was sitting on my bedroom floor, carefully packing my clothes into a suitcase. My sister gently knocked on my door and quickly slipped inside. She was trembling uncontrollably and completely soaking wet, wrapped tightly in a bath towel. She was crying so hysterically she could barely form a coherent sentence.
I asked her what had happened, guiding her to sit on the edge of my bed. She took a shuddering breath and explained that our mother had drawn a bath for her earlier in the evening, and while my sister was washing her hair, our mother walked into the bathroom and calmly pushed her head completely underwater. My sister thought it was a joke at first, but the grip on her neck tightened. She fought and thrashed against the porcelain tub, but our mother held her down with terrifying strength until she actually passed out from lack of oxygen.
When my sister finally regained consciousness on the bathroom tiles, she found our mother stroking her wet hair, then our mother smiled sweetly and told her she was simply teaching her how to breathe at home.
Rage blinded me the moment she finished the story. I marched straight down the hallway and confronted my parents immediately.
My dad was sitting calmly in his armchair reading a book, and my mother was standing by the window looking out at the dark water. They both looked entirely unbothered by my sudden intrusion. I shouted at them, demanding to know what happened in the bathroom, and threatened to call the police and report the abuse.
My mother slowly turned away from the window with a serene smile on her face. She claimed my sister was exaggerating the situation completely. She told me they were simply doing a specialized breathing exercise to help calm my sister's anxiety about my upcoming departure.
"You do not need to worry about your sister anymore," my mother said softly.
"She is finally learning how to adapt to our environment. We are making sure she never has to face the cruel world that took your brother."
"You drowned her until she passed out,"
I yelled, stepping closer to her.
"You are completely out of your minds. I am taking her with me when I leave."
My dad closed his book and looked up at me. His expression was completely void of any emotion.
"Nobody is leaving this house,"
he stated firmly.
"The outside world is a slaughterhouse. We found peace here. You will both learn to appreciate the gifts this lake provides."
Their chilling lack of emotion scared me more than their actual words. Arguing with them felt completely useless. I returned to my room and told my sister to lock her door tightly. We quietly agreed that we would both run away together the moment my departure day arrived, so 2e just had to survive a few more days in that house.
The very next night, my perspective on the entire village shattered.
Midnight had just passed when a strange noise woke me from a restless sleep. Hearing the front door click shut, I slipped out of bed and peered through my bedroom window. The sight of my parents walking toward the water sent a deep chill down my spine. They were wearing their normal daytime clothes, walking perfectly in sync down the dirt path leading to the lake.
I knew they were hiding something terrible. Grabbing a flashlight from my desk, I kept it turned off and quietly followed them outside into the cold night air.
The forest was freezing and entirely devoid of light. The wind rustled loudly through the pine branches, masking the sound of my footsteps. As I crept closer to the shoreline, a bizarre splashing sound echoed from the water. It sounded like dozens of people wading through the shallows.
I moved carefully through the dense woods and hid behind a thick patch of tall reeds near the edge of the shore. Peering through the vegetation, my blood ran completely cold.
My parents were standing chest-deep in the freezing black water. They were definitely not alone. Every single adult from the village was out there in the lake with them. The villagers were all standing in a massive semicircle, facing the deeper section of the water. The moonlight illuminated their pale faces. They were hacking and coughing violently, their bodies convulsing with sickening force.
One by one, the adults started vomiting thick black mud directly into the pristine water. The sound of the sludge hitting the surface was absolutely nauseating. My parents joined in, expelling massive amounts of the dark substance from their mouths.
The surface of the lake began to bubble wildly just beyond the semicircle of villagers.
A colossal, bloated creature breached the surface with a deafening splash. The monster was massive, towering over the adults in the water. Its pale, gelatinous skin glistened under the moonlight, covered in thick veins that pulsed rapidly. The creature possessed a huge, milky eye that darted frantically around the shoreline. It opened a gaping; circular mouth lined with rows of jagged cartilage.
The monster lowered its head and began consuming the black mud the villagers were expelling. It sucked the sludge from the water with horrifying desperation.
Standing on a wooden dock nearby was the village priest. He was dressed in his usual Sunday robes, completely dry and observing the horrifying spectacle. He raised his hands toward the sky and began shouting a sermon over the churning water.
"The God of the Lake demands a toll!"
the priest bellowed, his voice echoing off the surrounding trees.
"The outside world takes our precious blood. The concrete cities crush our innocent joy. We came to the water for healing, and the water provided its terms. The God demands the children who attempt to leave the water's edge. He demands the ones who reject the sanctuary of the deep."
The villagers moaned in response, continuing to feed the massive entity with the foul mud from their lungs.
"In return for your loyal offerings,"
the priest continued, pointing directly at the bloated monster,
"The God of the Lake will grant you eternal children. The sacrifice of their human frailty will bring forth offspring who will never grow up. They will never leave your side. They will remain in the safety of the black water forever."
I realized with horror that they were talking about me and my sister. Panic overtook my senses. Backing away from the reeds, I turned and sprinted blindly through the dark woods. Branches whipped against my face and tore at my clothes, but I did not stop until I reached the back door of our house.
I ran straight down the hallway to my sister's room and shook her awake. She sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes.
"We have to leave right now,"
I whispered frantically, pulling her out of bed.
"Put your shoes on. Do not pack anything. We are leaving the village tonight."
She saw the sheer terror in my eyes and immediately obeyed. While she was tying her sneakers, the front door of the house creaked open.
My heart pounded furiously. We walked out into the hallway and saw our parents standing near the living room entrance. They were soaking wet and completely covered in the foul black mud from the lake.
They had brought things into the house with them.
Standing directly behind my parents were several humanoid creatures. The entities were translucent, allowing me to see their internal organs shifting beneath their slimy skin. They possessed webbed hands with elongated fingers. Deep, red gills pulsated rapidly on the sides of their necks. The creatures stared at us with unblinking, milky eyes that looked exactly like the giant monster in the lake.
"Do not be afraid of them,"
my dad said, gesturing calmly toward the translucent beings in the hallway. He smiled at them with genuine affection.
"These are the drowned ancestors. They came up from the deep water tonight to help you both with your transition."
“What? are you insane?”
I screamed at him
"The departure date is canceled,"
my dad said smoothly, wiping a streak of black mud from his forehead.
"You are not going to any college. The outside world is too unpredictable. You will stay here with us, safe and perfect forever."
My mother pointed a trembling finger toward the bathroom door.
"Get into the tub,"
she demanded. Her voice held a sinister edge that I had never heard before.
"It is time for both of you to undergo the change. The ancestors will show you how to breathe the black water."
The translucent creatures took a synchronized step forward. Their wet feet slapped loudly against the hardwood floor.
"We are not doing this,"
I stated, pushing my sister behind me to shield her.
"You are completely insane. We are leaving."
"You cannot fight the water,"
the priest's voice suddenly called out from the front porch. He stepped into the doorway, blocking our only clear exit.
"The parents have made their offering. The God has accepted the terms. Submit to the change, children."
The creatures lunged toward us with startling speed.
Acting entirely on instinct, I grabbed a solid brass lamp from the hallway table and swung it violently. The heavy base connected with the nearest creature's head, sending it crashing into the wall with a sickening squelch.
Without hesitating, I hurled the lamp through the large window at the end of the corridor. The glass shattered outward into the yard. I grabbed my sister by the waist and pushed her roughly through the broken frame. She tumbled onto the damp grass outside. I climbed out immediately after her, ignoring the shards of glass tearing at my jeans.
"Run to the docks!"
I yelled at her, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the water.
The forest road leading out of the village was several miles long and went directly past the homes of every adult involved in the ritual. I knew our only chance of escaping was crossing the lake to reach the state highway on the opposite shore.
We sprinted through the dark yards, hearing the angry shouts of my parents and the priest echoing behind us. The village adults started emerging from the woods, running toward us from the shoreline.
We reached the main wooden dock where several boats were moored. I spotted a motorized fishing boat tied to the furthest post. I shoved my sister toward the vessel and frantically began untying the thick mooring ropes.
"They are coming!"
my sister screamed, pointing back at the shoreline.
Dozens of villagers were sprinting down the wooden planks of the dock. My parents were leading the charge, flanked by the translucent creatures. Their faces were twisted in furious desperation.
I threw the ropes aside and jumped into the boat, then grabbed the pull cord for the outboard motor and yanked it. The engine sputtered but refused to start.
The villagers were closing the distance rapidly. My dad reached the end of the dock and leaped toward our boat, his hands outstretched to grab the fiberglass hull.
I yanked the cord a second time. The engine roared to life, so I slammed the throttle forward, spinning the steering wheel aggressively. The propeller churned the water, shooting the boat forward just as my dad's fingers grazed the side. He splashed into the lake, screaming my name as we sped away into the darkness.
The cold wind whipped against our faces as the boat bounced over the choppy surface. I kept the throttle pushed to the maximum limit, steering directly toward the faint lights of the highway in the far distance.
My sister huddled on the floor of the boat, crying into her knees. I told her to hold on tight, praying the fuel tank would last until we reached the opposite shore.
We made it roughly halfway across the lake when the water beneath us began to behave unnaturally.
The surface of the lake started to swell in a massive dome directly in front of our path. The boat pitched violently upward as the water displaced.
The colossal, bloated creature was attempting to surface directly beneath us.
The sheer size of the monster became horrifyingly apparent as its pale, gelatinous back broke the surface. The hull of our small fishing boat scraped against the creature's slick flesh. The boat tipped dangerously to the left, threatening to capsize us into the freezing depths.
The monster raised its massive head, bringing its gaping, circular mouth dangerously close to the starboard side.
I desperately searched the small cabin for anything useful. Tucked underneath the driver's seat was a bright orange emergency kit. I ripped the plastic box open and pulled out a standard marine flare gun.
The creature shifted its massive bulk, turning its head to look directly down at our boat. Its huge, milky eye locked onto my sister. The gelatinous flesh around its mouth twitched as it prepared to strike.
I stood up, balancing against the severe tilt of the deck, aimed the plastic flare gun directly into the center of the creature's massive eye and pulled the trigger.
The bright red flare shot out with a loud pop. The burning projectile embedded itself deeply into the monster's soft eye.
The creature thrashed wildly in agonizing pain. The intense chemical fire hissed against the wet flesh, illuminating the dark lake with a blinding crimson glow. The monster released a deafening, vibrating shriek that rattled the metal fittings of the boat. It rolled aggressively away from us, sinking rapidly back into the depths to extinguish the burning flare.
The boat slammed back down onto the surface of the water with a bone-jarring impact. I immediately corrected the steering and pushed the throttle forward again.
We did not look back. We sped across the remaining distance as fast as the small engine allowed. The boat eventually crashed hard into the muddy bank of the opposite shore.
I grabbed my sister and we scrambled out of the vessel. We abandoned the boat in the shallows and ran relentlessly through the dense trees until we finally broke through the tree line and hit the paved asphalt of the state highway.
We managed to flag down a passing commercial trucker who took pity on two soaking wet teenagers. He drove us several towns over and dropped us off near this cheap motel. We used the emergency cash I had saved for college to rent a room for the week.
We thought we were finally safe. We thought leaving the village meant leaving the nightmare behind.
But the change my mother talked about has clearly already started inside my sister.
I am writing this detailed account because I am completely out of options. I don’t think Traditional doctors cannot fix this, and a hospital will just ask questions I cannot reasonably answer without being locked in a psychiatric ward.
If anyone reading this forum studies the occult, or recognizes the ritual I described, please send me a message immediately.
I promised I would protect her from our parents, but I do not know how to protect her from what is happening to her.
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My sister is currently sleeping in the bed next to me. We are hiding inside a cheap motel room located just off the interstate. Nobody in the medical field can figure out what is wrong with her. She just spent the last hour leaning over the bathroom sink, coughing up clumps of thick black mud. Her skin is starting to peel away along her forearms, and underneath the dead tissue, pale scales are growing. We need someone who understands the occult, who knows how to reverse whatever is happening to her.
To explain how we ended up in this situation, you need to understand our family history. My parents always told us the outside world was entirely too dangerous for children. Long before my sister and I were born, our parents lived in a bustling major city. They had another child back then. He was killed in a hit-and-run car accident when he was only five years old, and the grief from that tragic event completely broke their minds. They immediately packed up their lives and moved to an isolated village situated on the edge of a massive black-water lake surrounded by a dense forest.
They always claimed the village had extraordinary healing powers, and told us the water and the tight-knit community brought them peace after their devastating loss. Shortly after moving into our lakeside house, my mother got pregnant with me, and a few years later, my sister was born.
Growing up in the village felt incredibly suffocating. Our parents were fiercely overprotective. They refused to let us travel to the nearest town, monitored our schoolwork, controlled who we spoke to, and forbade us from going near the deeper parts of the lake. The other adults in the village shared this exact same parenting style. Every child in the community was kept under constant, suffocating surveillance.
I am eighteen years old now. Up until yesterday, I was only days away from leaving for college. Getting accepted into a university hours away from the village was my only escape plan, but My sister is fourteen, and leaving her behind was the hardest decision of my life, so we spent the last few weeks secretly discussing how she could eventually join me once she graduated high school.
And of course, my parents hated the idea of me leaving. They tried everything to keep me at home. They offered to buy me a new car if I stayed in the village, cried endlessly and begged me to reconsider my plans. My dad would sit in the living room in the dark, staring blankly at the walls whenever my departure date was mentioned, and my mother would leave passive-aggressive notes on my bedroom door, reminding me about the dangers of city life, and above all of that the entire village seemed to mourn my upcoming departure. Neighbors would stop me on the dirt roads and tell me I was making a terrible mistake.
A few nights ago, the strange behavior escalated into something genuinely terrifying.
The house was completely quiet after midnight. I was sitting on my bedroom floor, carefully packing my clothes into a suitcase. My sister gently knocked on my door and quickly slipped inside. She was trembling uncontrollably and completely soaking wet, wrapped tightly in a bath towel. She was crying so hysterically she could barely form a coherent sentence.
I asked her what had happened, guiding her to sit on the edge of my bed. She took a shuddering breath and explained that our mother had drawn a bath for her earlier in the evening, and while my sister was washing her hair, our mother walked into the bathroom and calmly pushed her head completely underwater. My sister thought it was a joke at first, but the grip on her neck tightened. She fought and thrashed against the porcelain tub, but our mother held her down with terrifying strength until she actually passed out from lack of oxygen.
When my sister finally regained consciousness on the bathroom tiles, she found our mother stroking her wet hair, then our mother smiled sweetly and told her she was simply teaching her how to breathe at home.
Rage blinded me the moment she finished the story. I marched straight down the hallway and confronted my parents immediately.
My dad was sitting calmly in his armchair reading a book, and my mother was standing by the window looking out at the dark water. They both looked entirely unbothered by my sudden intrusion. I shouted at them, demanding to know what happened in the bathroom, and threatened to call the police and report the abuse.
My mother slowly turned away from the window with a serene smile on her face. She claimed my sister was exaggerating the situation completely. She told me they were simply doing a specialized breathing exercise to help calm my sister's anxiety about my upcoming departure.
"You do not need to worry about your sister anymore," my mother said softly.
"She is finally learning how to adapt to our environment. We are making sure she never has to face the cruel world that took your brother."
"You drowned her until she passed out,"
I yelled, stepping closer to her.
"You are completely out of your minds. I am taking her with me when I leave."
My dad closed his book and looked up at me. His expression was completely void of any emotion.
"Nobody is leaving this house,"
he stated firmly.
"The outside world is a slaughterhouse. We found peace here. You will both learn to appreciate the gifts this lake provides."
Their chilling lack of emotion scared me more than their actual words. Arguing with them felt completely useless. I returned to my room and told my sister to lock her door tightly. We quietly agreed that we would both run away together the moment my departure day arrived, so 2e just had to survive a few more days in that house.
The very next night, my perspective on the entire village shattered.
Midnight had just passed when a strange noise woke me from a restless sleep. Hearing the front door click shut, I slipped out of bed and peered through my bedroom window. The sight of my parents walking toward the water sent a deep chill down my spine. They were wearing their normal daytime clothes, walking perfectly in sync down the dirt path leading to the lake.
I knew they were hiding something terrible. Grabbing a flashlight from my desk, I kept it turned off and quietly followed them outside into the cold night air.
The forest was freezing and entirely devoid of light. The wind rustled loudly through the pine branches, masking the sound of my footsteps. As I crept closer to the shoreline, a bizarre splashing sound echoed from the water. It sounded like dozens of people wading through the shallows.
I moved carefully through the dense woods and hid behind a thick patch of tall reeds near the edge of the shore. Peering through the vegetation, my blood ran completely cold.
My parents were standing chest-deep in the freezing black water. They were definitely not alone. Every single adult from the village was out there in the lake with them. The villagers were all standing in a massive semicircle, facing the deeper section of the water. The moonlight illuminated their pale faces. They were hacking and coughing violently, their bodies convulsing with sickening force.
One by one, the adults started vomiting thick black mud directly into the pristine water. The sound of the sludge hitting the surface was absolutely nauseating. My parents joined in, expelling massive amounts of the dark substance from their mouths.
The surface of the lake began to bubble wildly just beyond the semicircle of villagers.
A colossal, bloated creature breached the surface with a deafening splash. The monster was massive, towering over the adults in the water. Its pale, gelatinous skin glistened under the moonlight, covered in thick veins that pulsed rapidly. The creature possessed a huge, milky eye that darted frantically around the shoreline. It opened a gaping; circular mouth lined with rows of jagged cartilage.
The monster lowered its head and began consuming the black mud the villagers were expelling. It sucked the sludge from the water with horrifying desperation.
Standing on a wooden dock nearby was the village priest. He was dressed in his usual Sunday robes, completely dry and observing the horrifying spectacle. He raised his hands toward the sky and began shouting a sermon over the churning water.
"The God of the Lake demands a toll!"
the priest bellowed, his voice echoing off the surrounding trees.
"The outside world takes our precious blood. The concrete cities crush our innocent joy. We came to the water for healing, and the water provided its terms. The God demands the children who attempt to leave the water's edge. He demands the ones who reject the sanctuary of the deep."
The villagers moaned in response, continuing to feed the massive entity with the foul mud from their lungs.
"In return for your loyal offerings,"
the priest continued, pointing directly at the bloated monster,
"The God of the Lake will grant you eternal children. The sacrifice of their human frailty will bring forth offspring who will never grow up. They will never leave your side. They will remain in the safety of the black water forever."
I realized with horror that they were talking about me and my sister. Panic overtook my senses. Backing away from the reeds, I turned and sprinted blindly through the dark woods. Branches whipped against my face and tore at my clothes, but I did not stop until I reached the back door of our house.
I ran straight down the hallway to my sister's room and shook her awake. She sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes.
"We have to leave right now,"
I whispered frantically, pulling her out of bed.
"Put your shoes on. Do not pack anything. We are leaving the village tonight."
She saw the sheer terror in my eyes and immediately obeyed. While she was tying her sneakers, the front door of the house creaked open.
My heart pounded furiously. We walked out into the hallway and saw our parents standing near the living room entrance. They were soaking wet and completely covered in the foul black mud from the lake.
They had brought things into the house with them.
Standing directly behind my parents were several humanoid creatures. The entities were translucent, allowing me to see their internal organs shifting beneath their slimy skin. They possessed webbed hands with elongated fingers. Deep, red gills pulsated rapidly on the sides of their necks. The creatures stared at us with unblinking, milky eyes that looked exactly like the giant monster in the lake.
"Do not be afraid of them,"
my dad said, gesturing calmly toward the translucent beings in the hallway. He smiled at them with genuine affection.
"These are the drowned ancestors. They came up from the deep water tonight to help you both with your transition."
“What? are you insane?”
I screamed at him
"The departure date is canceled,"
my dad said smoothly, wiping a streak of black mud from his forehead.
"You are not going to any college. The outside world is too unpredictable. You will stay here with us, safe and perfect forever."
My mother pointed a trembling finger toward the bathroom door.
"Get into the tub,"
she demanded. Her voice held a sinister edge that I had never heard before.
"It is time for both of you to undergo the change. The ancestors will show you how to breathe the black water."
The translucent creatures took a synchronized step forward. Their wet feet slapped loudly against the hardwood floor.
"We are not doing this,"
I stated, pushing my sister behind me to shield her.
"You are completely insane. We are leaving."
"You cannot fight the water,"
the priest's voice suddenly called out from the front porch. He stepped into the doorway, blocking our only clear exit.
"The parents have made their offering. The God has accepted the terms. Submit to the change, children."
The creatures lunged toward us with startling speed.
Acting entirely on instinct, I grabbed a solid brass lamp from the hallway table and swung it violently. The heavy base connected with the nearest creature's head, sending it crashing into the wall with a sickening squelch.
Without hesitating, I hurled the lamp through the large window at the end of the corridor. The glass shattered outward into the yard. I grabbed my sister by the waist and pushed her roughly through the broken frame. She tumbled onto the damp grass outside. I climbed out immediately after her, ignoring the shards of glass tearing at my jeans.
"Run to the docks!"
I yelled at her, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the water.
The forest road leading out of the village was several miles long and went directly past the homes of every adult involved in the ritual. I knew our only chance of escaping was crossing the lake to reach the state highway on the opposite shore.
We sprinted through the dark yards, hearing the angry shouts of my parents and the priest echoing behind us. The village adults started emerging from the woods, running toward us from the shoreline.
We reached the main wooden dock where several boats were moored. I spotted a motorized fishing boat tied to the furthest post. I shoved my sister toward the vessel and frantically began untying the thick mooring ropes.
"They are coming!"
my sister screamed, pointing back at the shoreline.
Dozens of villagers were sprinting down the wooden planks of the dock. My parents were leading the charge, flanked by the translucent creatures. Their faces were twisted in furious desperation.
I threw the ropes aside and jumped into the boat, then grabbed the pull cord for the outboard motor and yanked it. The engine sputtered but refused to start.
The villagers were closing the distance rapidly. My dad reached the end of the dock and leaped toward our boat, his hands outstretched to grab the fiberglass hull.
I yanked the cord a second time. The engine roared to life, so I slammed the throttle forward, spinning the steering wheel aggressively. The propeller churned the water, shooting the boat forward just as my dad's fingers grazed the side. He splashed into the lake, screaming my name as we sped away into the darkness.
The cold wind whipped against our faces as the boat bounced over the choppy surface. I kept the throttle pushed to the maximum limit, steering directly toward the faint lights of the highway in the far distance.
My sister huddled on the floor of the boat, crying into her knees. I told her to hold on tight, praying the fuel tank would last until we reached the opposite shore.
We made it roughly halfway across the lake when the water beneath us began to behave unnaturally.
The surface of the lake started to swell in a massive dome directly in front of our path. The boat pitched violently upward as the water displaced.
The colossal, bloated creature was attempting to surface directly beneath us.
The sheer size of the monster became horrifyingly apparent as its pale, gelatinous back broke the surface. The hull of our small fishing boat scraped against the creature's slick flesh. The boat tipped dangerously to the left, threatening to capsize us into the freezing depths.
The monster raised its massive head, bringing its gaping, circular mouth dangerously close to the starboard side.
I desperately searched the small cabin for anything useful. Tucked underneath the driver's seat was a bright orange emergency kit. I ripped the plastic box open and pulled out a standard marine flare gun.
The creature shifted its massive bulk, turning its head to look directly down at our boat. Its huge, milky eye locked onto my sister. The gelatinous flesh around its mouth twitched as it prepared to strike.
I stood up, balancing against the severe tilt of the deck, aimed the plastic flare gun directly into the center of the creature's massive eye and pulled the trigger.
The bright red flare shot out with a loud pop. The burning projectile embedded itself deeply into the monster's soft eye.
The creature thrashed wildly in agonizing pain. The intense chemical fire hissed against the wet flesh, illuminating the dark lake with a blinding crimson glow. The monster released a deafening, vibrating shriek that rattled the metal fittings of the boat. It rolled aggressively away from us, sinking rapidly back into the depths to extinguish the burning flare.
The boat slammed back down onto the surface of the water with a bone-jarring impact. I immediately corrected the steering and pushed the throttle forward again.
We did not look back. We sped across the remaining distance as fast as the small engine allowed. The boat eventually crashed hard into the muddy bank of the opposite shore.
I grabbed my sister and we scrambled out of the vessel. We abandoned the boat in the shallows and ran relentlessly through the dense trees until we finally broke through the tree line and hit the paved asphalt of the state highway.
We managed to flag down a passing commercial trucker who took pity on two soaking wet teenagers. He drove us several towns over and dropped us off near this cheap motel. We used the emergency cash I had saved for college to rent a room for the week.
We thought we were finally safe. We thought leaving the village meant leaving the nightmare behind.
But the change my mother talked about has clearly already started inside my sister.
I am writing this detailed account because I am completely out of options. I don’t think Traditional doctors cannot fix this, and a hospital will just ask questions I cannot reasonably answer without being locked in a psychiatric ward.
If anyone reading this forum studies the occult, or recognizes the ritual I described, please send me a message immediately.
I promised I would protect her from our parents, but I do not know how to protect her from what is happening to her.
#entertainment
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