I stood there. I watched and I waited. Didn't know why I was there; didn't know how I got there.

But that's the way it always is, isn't it? It was dark, almost gloomy. Wasn't much to see. There

was a quiet, lulling noise coming from nearby. An eerie echo that seemed to travel for miles.

I took a small step forward and felt the wet hands of water tug at my ankles. I stared down,

half expecting to see the sloshing liquid. It was too dark. I continued to walk, taking slow, equal

steps.