The fresh scent of rotting flesh fills the air with a putrid stench of death
As I swim thorugh this corpse infested lake
Now I realize why it is called the Dark Lake
This place has never been touched by sunlight
And only a lsight ray or moonlight shines the surface of the black waters
Then to my side I feel a moist slimy object
I grasp it cautiously and stare into the eyes of a pulsing, soggy, disfigured face
A sharp, cry or terror comes upon me
And disappears without even an echo
Then I threw the head
I don't know where but just away from here
Then a grim laughter catches my attention
Slowly one by one the laughter multiplies and soon this gahstly chackle overwhelms me
A dull haze fills the surface of the water swiftly
My leg is gripped by a pair of razor fangs and in an instant
I am dragged under the water...
