It’s almost impossible to describe what I saw since I can barely believe it myself, but that “nose” of a fish was in fact only the smallest tip of the smallest tentacle of the huge beast that emerged from the lake. It was hideous, repulsive, terrifying – there aren’t enough words to tell you. The closest thing I can think what it looked like was the Kraken of ancient mythology – it seemed to have hundreds of tentacles, all twisting and writhing towards me as I stood frozen momentarily. It barely registered that my feet had started moving until I realised I was halfway back up the garden and glancing back down at the lake behind me, the waters calm again as if nothing had happened just seconds before.
I reached the house breathless, both from the race up the garden away from the monstrous thing I had seen and in panic from the thing itself. The girls were there to meet me at the door – I don’t remember screaming out in fright, but apparently I did as they’d all heard me coming. At first I couldn’t get the words out to tell them what had happened – I was still in doubt myself that I really had seen anything. And despite their kind words and hugs to calm me down, I could see the looks of scepticism on their faces. I understand; I wouldn’t have believed it if I was in their shoes and it had been one of them running like a mad thing up the garden and exclaiming that they’d seen “a giant octopus” too.
The events from the night before must have really got to me, as they can do, when you’re stuck in what can only be described as a house pulled straight from a stereotypical nightmare, complete with all the creaky floorboards, twisting corridors and dusty rooms you can imagine, and that’s not to mention the strange things that had already happened.
After I’d related my tale to them, my head began to pound, probably with all the adrenaline, so I headed back up to my room, hopefully to safety, although if that’s what got Georgina, she disappeared from her room… I can see the torch beams of the police shining around the gardens as they begin the search for what I saw to investigate the claims I’ve made. I know they’ll all think I’m crazy, but I saw it with my own eyes, I heard it roar as it emerged. What’s happening?
Read the story from the other side at the other Descendants’ blogs:
Pretty Green Tea
She Might Be Loved
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