Sometimes you just have to listen to your instincts…

Sometimes things are really what they seem...

Have you ever ever had a second whenever you realized you needed to get the hell out of there immediately?

That second whenever you knew you could not waste one other minute to query your self?

There is a maze of artificial canals that hook up with the ocean close to my home. Visibility on the water is, on good days, perhaps a foot. It did not look very inviting.

But folks go there. As a result of, why not? No hurt in swimming, particularly on a sizzling summer time day, proper?

I used to assume so too.

However I have not been again since that day after I had a type of moments.

I used to be swimming alone. I used to be treading water, having fun with the summer time afternoon, when somebody touched my leg.

Not one thing.


Human fingertips flippantly brushed my calf. Logically, it needed to be particles. However since when does driftwood seem like human fingers?

Anyway, I by no means had the possibility to seek out out. I did not need to danger it.

So I swam to security.

Be a part of us for extra tales from the tavern where everyone learns the hard way. An vintage supplier opens an previous chest that had been sealed for a cause. A person inherits a household property and all its secrets and techniques. And a quaint BnB holds tight to its company.

Sit again, pour your self a drink, attempt to chill out.

And bear in mind; when your intestine tells you to run, hear.

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