Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24965033-20140930004600

Whenever I would visit my Grandmother, she would always never let me play by the local pond, but not because of it being infested with viscous animals, but because of more upsetting reasons.

Back in 1971, there were a series of murders by a man named Lucas Bennett, an insane serial killer that often kidnapped small children and drowned them by the local pond. Their corpses would later be found How I know that he did drown them was because of a newspaper that stated that he admitted in drowning all of those children after he was caught.

The upsetting reason of why I was forbidden to go into the pond, was because after the man admitted into those murders, a day later his corpse was found in the same pond that he committed his crimes.

No one knew how on earth he escaped prison. People suspect that he may have committed suicide, being guilty of his sins.

About 3 days later, another streak of mass murders were taking place in the exact same pond were Lucas had drowned his victims. There were reports from parents who had taken their kids down to the local pond for a swim, and had seen them being pulled into the water by something they could not see. Their bodies would not be found anywhere in sight. This left all the townspeople into believing that the ghost of Lucas was haunting the pond, and taking away any child who would dare enter.

I honestly at the time, refused to believe in this rumor, and thought that everyone was just crazy.

One day, out of pure curiosity, I decided to see this urban legend for myself, proving to everyone that they were just over reacting, and sneaked out of my Grandmother's house, while she was taking a nap.

I decided not to go to far into the pond, in case anything happened. Upon arriving at the pond, I started feeling anxious, dreading of what I would find underwater. I shrugged off my worries and took my first steps into the water. As I did this, I felt the cold liquid rub against my skin.I spent at least 7 minutes swimming, and by he time I got almost halfway into the pond, I started regretting this action, and I made a the decision of heading back home.

As I was almost reached the surface,I started thinking that I would get out of this unscathed, but the second that thought crossed my mind, I felt a cold hand grab my leg. The fear I had felt in that moment was the most I've ever felt in my entire life.

I attempted to pull away, but the hand holding my leg had too much of a strong grip. I still desperately continued to press on, and attempt escape.

It seemed that no matter how much I pulled, whatever was down there was just too strong. I could see myself getting pulled deeper and deeper into the cold water.

I knew this was it. I was done for. I started sobbing at the fact that I would never see my Grandmother ever again, and felt sorry that I never headed her warning. Soon I was plunged deep underwater. I looked behind me only to be face to face with what seemed not to be a man, but some weird scrawny humanoid creature, with black eyes as big as watermelons, white skin, and 