Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-33470154-20180618012008

The emptiness of the forest beckoned us inside, inviting us to forge our own path. The year was 2016. I was a junior over at Deadwoods High, and my best friend James was a senior. You know where that is, right? Just a mile or so northeast, a few feet ahead of the sea of trees belonging to the Ruined Woods. Well, technically it’s the Pinewoods, but everyone calls it the Ruined Woods since a fire destroyed a good deal of the trees in a nearby town. Luckily for us, our section of the Pinewoods is as green and fertile as ever. Back in those days, James was a real big fan of those YouTubers who made videos about survival in the wild, channels like Primitive Technology and the such. Since he was going across the country to attend Caltech for geology soon, he invited me to spend some of his final days here “living off the land,” as he put it. I was a little hesitant, but after a little nagging, I gave in. After all, we did have cell phones, so what’s the worst that could happen? There were only a few areas in the Pinewoods with no reception, so even in an emergency, we wouldn’t have to walk that far. Plus, what was going to attack us in the Pinewoods? A bear might show up, but a can of pepper spray would work if necessary. On the morning of June 19, 2016, James and I walked into the Ruined Forest. We looked for remote areas so no stray hiker would run into us. With us, we had 2 backpacks with portable cell phone chargers, flashlights, emergency food, all the ropes, along with two tents. James also brought along a pair of noise canceling earplugs. He said they helped him sleep at night. We wandered a few miles in, keeping a lookout for a good place to set up camp. Maybe 6-7 miles in, we happened upon a small, peaceful lake. It was perfect! Clear water, no trees, and fresh air! But by far, the best part was the lack of mosquitoes and other pests. As a matter of fact, there wasn’t a living being in sight. Nothing made a sound. There was no wind stirring up the lake, no birds singing in the trees, no animals coming to take a drink. It was as if this lake had been abandoned by nature.

The crystal-clear lake was so inviting, we decided that we had to take a swim. I almost cried out upon entering the water, it was so cold. Only a few seconds later James jumped in, splashing me with water, then abruptly crying out and scrambling to get out of the frigid water. At that point, we decided we’d had enough swimming for the day and went to towel off. After we dried off, we began setting up, starting with the tents. As soon as James opened his tent, he called me over. He’d found a small inflatable boat (complete with paddle!) inside, presumably from his brother’s camping trip to a local lake two weeks ago. As James was trying to get his tent set up, I searched for some food - we thought we’d seen some berry bushes earlier. A few hours later, the first night had begun. Now that we were set up for the night, it was the first time we truly got to appreciate how desolate the area around us was. It was almost surreal, to be this far into the woods and not need mosquito nets or hear the crickets chirping. At around 11 pm, I fell asleep, still listening to the sound of silence.

The time was 3 am. It wasn’t silent anymore. In fact, it was very loud. I was instantly awake. I practically jumped out of my tent, pepper spray in hand, trying to find the source of the ruckus. Shining my flashlight towards the noise, I saw that the surface of the lake had shattered, taking the peaceful silence of before with it. Water cascaded down the perfect hole in the center of the lake. I was too terrified to make a noise as I watched the lake slowly drain into the cavernous yet inexplicable hole. I suddenly remembered James was here. I had no clue if he knew anything about it, but at the very least he could vouch for me when we went back home. I began screaming his name.

I called his name for a good 5 minutes. All of a sudden, I remembered why James wasn’t responding to my calls. He was wearing those noise-canceling earplugs. They must have been really good if they let him sleep through that unholy racket. There was no way I could leave to go wake him up. I had no clue what I was seeing, but even then I knew I was one of the first people to see... whatever it was.

After around 5 minutes, water began to spurt out of the hole, creating a huge fountain. The hole began to close as the lake filled back up. After a few minutes, there was no sign the hole had ever existed. I bolted to James’ tent and tried to open the flap. I never did manage to get it open, he woke up after a good minute of me trying and opened it himself. Once he opened it, I told him the entire story, so fast and panicked he probably thought I’d gone insane. He didn’t believe a word I said until he shined a flashlight in my face and saw my pale, awestruck face. He rushed out to see if it was still going on, but only caught the tail end of it. The lake was finally refilled, and the hole began to close.

A few minutes later, the last ripples had faded and the silence of before had returned. James was frantically trying to find out what that was. It turned out the answer was in one of the books of urban legends we’d brought, in the same vein as the ghost stories you read at campfires. They were a local legend, known as Blue Holes. According to the ghost stories, Blue Holes are lakes in unnaturally quiet areas, and some of them are rumored to contain some sort of otherworldly whirlpool. The legend must be true, then. After all, what else could it be?

James went back to bed soon after; he was exhausted. I couldn’t possibly sleep after what I just witnessed, so I stayed up looking at the stars. They were clearer than I’d ever seen. There was no way I’d go to sleep easily that night, not after what I’d just seen. The ever-present silence somehow made everything even worse. Instead of being calming, knowing what it signified made it disturbing. After a while, I began to get bored. To relieve some of my energy, I decided to go shine my flashlight into the lake. Maybe I could see if there were any signs that the lake was a Blue Hole. If we managed to get proof of it, we’d be famous!

It was trickier than I thought to shine the light under the lake. Eventually, I ended up having to stick it underwater. I was lucky that James had thought to bring waterproof flashlights. After a quick scan of the lake, I thought I noticed something moving near the center, slowly rising to the surface.

As the object got closer to the surface, I got a better look at it. It seemed to be a jagged rock of sorts. With its deep black hue, it looked almost like obsidian, except that it was floating. Instantly, my mind jumped to volcanoes. In earth science, we learned about the different types of rock. Obsidian and pumice were both igneous rocks, that is, they were a byproduct of volcanoes. This rock answered the question I’d been thinking about since the event. A Blue Hole was probably an extremely rare type of volcano that, instead of producing obsidian and pumice, produced this stone with qualities of both.

James was going to Caltech for geology, so I had to show him this new discovery. This time, I was able to get his tent open and shake him awake with little trouble. He blearily stumbled out of his tent and began making a small fire from our wood stack so he could have some instant coffee. As soon as he started making that coffee, I knew exactly what he was going to do. I tried to stop him, but to no avail. He was smart; he wasn’t going to pass this opportunity up.

Even in his excitement, James wasn’t stupid. Together, we took a tent stake and secured it near the water’s edge. I used bowline knots to tie together all of the rope we’d brought along, and then secured it to the stake as James blew up the inflatable boat and dug the paddle out of his tent. A few minutes later, James set off to the middle of the lake.

The lake was decently large, so it took him a while to make it to the center. As soon as he got within reach, he quickly grabbed the rock and began paddling back. Once he began the journey back, his arms seemed to begin to cramp from all of the paddling. He was yelling something to me, but he was too far away for me to hear it. He continued forging forwards until his arms seemed to give out, and he had to take a rest.

Now, this boat was not the best of its kind. It was made for younger kids, and it wasn’t very high quality. You could probably find something comparable for a few bucks at your local toy store. Thanks to the lack of disturbances on the lake, the boat had no problems at all moving around on the surface of the lake.

But then James laid down on it. The boat began to move. It started tipping over. Too late, James realized what was about to happen. He reacted instantly, but that only caused the boat to tip fully over, covering his head. James threw the boat off of his head.

The boat went flying towards shore, taking the rope with it. The boat was now out of reach. I couldn’t get there in time. James was stuck in the middle of the lake.

He screamed. He screamed for help, but no one came. Nothing came. I pulled the boat back in. Maybe, if I could get the boat, I could reach him in time. But he couldn’t stay afloat. I watched as my best friend fell through the waves. He surfaced once, twice... and then, as I watched, the bubbles rising from the water began to wane, and then finally stopped. James floated back up to the surface, still as death.

I couldn’t leave James there. He was my best friend. I had to bring him back, or at least get him out of the water, in case the Blue Hole would do something to him should it act up again. As fast as I could, I pulled the boat back to shore and rowed out to the center of the lake, where James was waiting. I pulled him onto the boat and got us back to shore in good time, mostly due to adrenaline.

I got out of the frigid water, dragging James with me. He was scarily cold, probably due to the temperature of the water. I made a quick fire pit the way he’d show me how to, and set him in front of the blaze to warm up.

It’s been a few days since then, and I’ve started writing everything down in this journal to distract me from my surroundings. James still hasn’t moved, and he’s starting to smell pretty bad, and he’s still strangely cold. He’s also swelling up, but I’ve been putting ice on him to try to keep it down. I’m beginning to get worried, so I called for help about five minutes ago. I hope when someone comes, they’ll be able to help him.

''Author’s notes - I rewrote the ending to try to make it better, but don’t really know if I succeeded. Any advice would be appreciated greatly.'' 