Saved, but at what cost?
You fall further every moment, unable to resist the pressure of the deep. "Is this it," you wonder? "Is this really how I die? Drowning?" Those thoughts fade, along with your bluish view of the pool floor, because you really are, drowning. But then, you remember the rumors. You remember the horrible fate that is to come. You begin to struggle once more, resisting what you know comes next. But it's too late. You hear a splash as it dives in, approaching you. You writhe with anticipated pain, fearing the inevitable. Then it grabs you, claws sinking deep into your flesh. The blue hue of the water becomes a cloudy red, mixing with your blood. It drags you to the surface, pulling you back onto the cement, before yanking its nails free of your arm. You watch as he licks the bits of your flesh and blood from his fingers, laughing maniacally. You lay there, bleeding all over and screaming in pain. Who in their right mind hires a lifeguard with such long fingernai