The boat

Alisa a beautiful, angelic young woman, with skin as smooth and pure as a new born. Eyes a mesmerising honey colour that you could drown in, her hair was soft to the touch and the most marbled shade of brown with thousands of different depths, highlights and contour. Cherry lips that pouted just so, so similar to a freshly picked apple as red as filtered blood.

Alisa carefully wondered away from her house through the woods, as nature was the one place she felt at peace. Her overpowering grace and beauty, the way her long flowing dress floated along with her so effortlessly. It was just after midday that she had left her house and already she could sense the sunset arriving just on time.

The perfect view for the unmissable sunsets was just round the corner when Alisa tripped over a rugged, overgrown tree root. Almost as if it was rehearsed her dress torn in two, what was once a trail of magical silk was now a tattered, muddied mess.

Eventually she arrived at the lake, but much to her surprise there was an old, wooden boat just sitting there as if it had been there for centuries. "I'll get a much better view from out at the lake" Alisa confidently, convinced herself. Without a second thought she stepped in, being careful not to get the rest of her dress ruined.

After about 20 minutes rowing she had found the perfect spot out into the middle of the lake, just in time the sunset creeped down and was as magnificent as she expected. But once it was over and she tried to go back, the ore wouldn't move. It was as if something had hold of it from under the water, Alisa cautiously peaked over the boat but there was nothing. The lake was so clear and empty yet the ore still wouldn't move, eventually she let go of it, convincing herself that it got caught on something and to try the other one on its own.

With all of her strength it just wouldn't move, when suddenly something pulled it out of her hands almost dragging her out with it. Alisas heart was pumping rapidly as she started to fear for her life and how she would get back. After plucking up the courage she peered out of the boat, still there was nothing.

By this point Alisa was truly terrified, what was under the water? Why was it pulling the ores under? And how could she escape? Eventually she convinced herself to put her head under the water to see what was there and if she could get the ores back. Under the water it was silent, as if the whole world had disappeared and it all went black. She lifted her head up out of the water gasping for air and freezing cold, Alisa wasn't a strong swimmer and at this temperature she doubt she would make it as she was so far out.

The boat started to shake, something was thrashing about under the water but she only just checked and there was nothing there. Stupidly she decided to put her hand in the water to try and paddle away, as her heart rate increased continually and she was sweating and gasping with fear something grabbed her arm.

It was a cold tight grip, she could feel a shiver run down her spine as the hand wrapped round her wrist. She couldn't move, she was too scared too, she was frozen. A sudden sharp scratch viciously scraped down her arm, with the water turning red she yanked her arm back up out of the water. Adrenaline pumping through her veins and her arm gushing with blood, quickly she took the ripped piece of her dress and tightly knotted it around her bleeding arm.

Before she could even move the boat got flipped over, she was being held under water, no way to scream, frantically thrashing about trying so desperately to get free. Then all of a sudden it stopped, everything just stopped. Alisa didn't know where she was or what happened, all she knew was she definitely wasn't safe.