Dark Waters Info

Fifty years ago, his brother, Thomas, had fallen into these waters. They’d been skipping stones when Thomas slipped. Elias remembered the splash—a heavy, final sound—and then... nothing. No thrashing. No bubbles. Just the lake smoothing itself over like a closing wound. The divers never found a body. They said the lake was bottomless in the center, fed by subterranean rivers that could pull a man down to the roots of the world.

As he reached the center of the lake, the air grew unnaturally still. The water began to vibrate—a low, rhythmic hum that Elias felt in his teeth. He lowered the lantern over the side. The light struggled against the murk, illuminating only a few feet of the swirling, ink-like depths. Then, he saw it. Dark Waters

The pale hands reached for the edge of the boat. The wood began to crack under the weight of something immense rising from the silt. Elias realized then that the hands weren't separate bodies. They were all part of one thing—a vast, singular consciousness that lived in the dark, gathering the lost to keep its own loneliness at bay. Fifty years ago, his brother, Thomas, had fallen