The spiney fin rises over the murky surface of the pool for an instant before the monster dives back into its swamp. Click.
“Did you get it?”
“I think so,” I said; “but if I didn’t . . . ” I gestured toward one of the surveillance cameras beside him.
“Oh, yeah,” he sighed.
“Getting him isn’t the problem,” I continued. With a sigh, I stood up from the bank and tried to brush the wet sand from my knees. “Not with this,” I added, lifting my camera. “It’s getting him the other way, you know. No one’s going to believe a picture or take our word for it. I sometimes think he could walk down main avenue and everyone would deny it. Well, we’re going to test that idea and see how incredulous they are when we can keep him in a fish bowl.”
His face had grown pale, and his mouth hung open in sheer fear. I glanced over my shoulder, but there was no one standing there. Then, I felt the claws circling about my ankle. A terrible fear entered my heart like ice as, with a jerk, my leg was pulled out from under me, and I was, in an instant, dragged below the quiet water into a muddy grave.
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