The Sinking – Malcolm 3 of 8
Malcolm blinked into the blue light.
“Help me,” came a voice from behind.
Malcolm span around. Peering through the water, he saw a woman. Her skin bloated and rotten. Her hair floating sideways in the current.
“Help me,” she pleaded. He watched as she stood pulling rocks out of her pockets. They kept coming. Never ending, rock after rock.
“Please help me,” she begged again. He would have tried, if the hands clutching his ankles had let go.
His day isn’t getting muh better…
Creepy…
Thank you. 🙂
Love It!
Thank you Don.
This should be told around a campfire! With marshmallows, to ease my anxiety 😉
Ack! Sorry Susan! 😛
I enjoy everything on your site, but I’m really enjoying this.
Cheers Layne. 🙂
oh myyyyy……
How very Sulu! 😛
Very enjoyable! I enjoyed your writing before I realized I had the option of watching and listening to the video; which I also enjoyed very much.
Thankyou Danny. 🙂
Now there’s a visual aid for “damned”. o_O
Harr, yup! 😛
This is unsettling. I like it.
Thank you. 🙂