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\chapter{The Monster of Lake Grim}
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\by{Sirocco}
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I stepped out into the night. The clouds were dark and raining
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shadows. The lake was calm. Dead fish rose to the surface. They
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shone in the moonlight. I was here. Lake Grim.
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I am Luke Bavarious. A detective from New York City. But I
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wasn't in New York City anymore. I was at Lake Grim.
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Investigating. My shoes squelched horrid vomit noises in the mud.
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When I heard the sounds I stopped. I looked around, in a sudden
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panic that threatened to overwhelm me. I fell forward and knelt in
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the mud and vomited on the ground. Some of it went on my hands but
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I didn't care. I was afraid. Reports from this area had
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reported strange vomitings in the lakeside town Grim which was next
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to Lake Grim. First you heard the vomit noise. And then you vomited
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yourself. Then the blood. And then{\ldots} you were never heard
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from again.
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I stepped up. I knew if I wasn't careful enough I would fall to the
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hands of the monster. If they were hands. That it had. The boy had
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warned me about this. I had been foolish not to listen. I looked around
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and restlessly put my hand near my Beretta. My {\em two} Berettas. The
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breeze drifted through the trees and made waves on the surface of the
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lake. My eyes scanned the lake.
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``The monster must live in the lake,'' I said to
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myself.
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I walked down to the lake's shore and looked into the black,
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swirling water. I saw my reflection. I was about to look away when
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I felt the need to vomit rise from my stomach and into my mouth. I
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vomited into my reflection, again and again, blood and saliva came
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out too.
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``This is horrid!'' I gasped, in between vomits.
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A dark, black shape broke the surface of the lake. The monster of
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Lake Grim had decided to show its face. I needed to act fast before
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it was too late. I leapt back and pulled both Berettas out and
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fired them at the shape but it kept on coming. Shells hit the
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ground and got stuck in the mud. I tried to reload but the need to
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vomit and the fear made my hands too shaky. I dropped the shells
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and backed away from the monster.
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``My weapons are useless!'' I cried. I tried to swing my
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fist but my vision was blurry from salty tears of pain and fear and
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horror. And I missed. I fell back on to my face and broke my nose.
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Blood splattered everywhere on the ground like a rose trampled
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underfoot. Then I vomited into the blood. And then I sneezed. I
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turned over and looked up at the starlit sky. The night sky turned
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black. The monster was looming over me, ready to do its evil
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deed.
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``Kill me! Just kill me now!'' I gargled, trying to speak
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through a mixture of vomit, blood, boogers, and pus from where the
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blood came from. ``Kill me!''
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It stopped. Then it walked away, leaving me in the mud and the
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grass, shaking without control.
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And suddenly I was crying.
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