Crossing the Lake (781 words)A Story by Not hereA group of fisherman were out one night in the middle of a humungous northern lake. It was the early night, as the sun was still setting. In about half an hour, it would be pitch black except for the flashlights that the four men held in their hands, inactive for now. All day they had been out there on the waters, and despite their persistence the fish had not given them anything to work with. Forget having caught nothing; these fishermen hardly had a bite or even a nibble from the fish. All of this had made for a stressful day and a much-anticipated night, when they expected their luck to turn more favorably. “Billy, what time is it?” the first fisherman asked. “I don’t know! Where’s your watch, J?” he answered. “It’s right...oh. Actually I don’t know. It might have fallen in the water. Do you have it, Mars?” “What?” Mars asked sleepily. “You can’t fall asleep again. Last time you fell in the water,” J mocked him. Billy answered, “Well maybe if he falls in he can look for your watch, since nobody else has any clue what time it is.” “Hey, it’s not my fault!” J exclaimed. “Then who’s fault is it, dipwad?” Mars asked without really expecting an answer. Jim, the only one who had not given his opinion yet, broke the silence, saying, “Shhh.” “What is it, Jim? You gonna give us another one of your ‘prophecies’ ?” Mars questioned mockingly. It was nearly dark now, so Billy turned on his flashlight and pointed it at Jim’s face, which he saw was staring up at the dark sky. When Billy followed his gaze up to the sky, however, he noticed it was not entirely dark. Little specks of light stood out from the rest, and what he first assumed were stars continued to grow brighter and larger. “What are those?” Billy stuttered, afraid, even though he did not exactly know why. “Huh?” J and Mars both muttered as they also looked upwards. All four of them stared up and muttered amongst themselves, shocked and confused. Partly, they felt afraid, mostly because they were the only four people on this lake or anywhere near it. Whatever was going to happen, they would be forced to face it alone. Within minutes, the lights began to be recognized as a small, hovering, circular object. It remind J of the alien spaceships from older movies, except this one was a lot more real and a lot brighter. Nearly the entire underside was filled with lights of all different sizes and colors, blinding the fishers below as they tried to look up. Suddenly, the lights shut off. Even with the flashlights at the brightest setting, they could not make out what was going on overhead, or even if the strange flying thing was still up there. Where could it have gone? “I betcha that we just imagined it,” Mars, always the optimist, said. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a moaning wail began to come from the shore of the lake. Jim called out towards it, but there was no answer; the wail continued to echo across the lake to them. Then, from the opposite side of the lake, another moaning wail began. WIthin a matter of minutes, the whole world seemed to full of the ungodly sound. Left, right, north, south, up, down: every direction was filled with it, the noise of a thousand demons tearing into the very hearts and souls of the helpless, hopeless men in the middle of the lake. The noises came closer to them. Soon there was nothing else to hear or think. Their minds were overcome with the gruesome, horrifying sound that brought back every bad memory and every cruel thought. All their lives flashed before their eyes, but only full of the bad and the miserable and the harmful and the deadly and the fearsome. These creatures or sounds or whatever they were had created the very definition of fear. In the hearts of them, the soon-to-be-dead, nothing mattered anymore. They knew what would be their end, and how it would happen. They were helpless to stop it, and hopeless to avoid it. Death was inevitable and the painful, gruesome way in which they would come to their end was the culmination of reliving every fearful thought or feeling ever experienced in their entire life. Soon enough, their fears were realized as the monsters began to walk across the water towards them. Now, only feet away from being devoured, the four men gathered together one last time. The fish were not biting tonight, but the aliens were feasting.
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