This story begins at my cousins' house. I remember it just like it was yesterday, but I still have trouble trying to figure out how I ever made it out of the pool alive.
Well, my family decided to have a BBQ out in my uncle's backyard. I was about four at the time, and I remember that I didn't know how to swim. So, as the adults sat a few feet away, I sat at the shallow end watching all of my older cousins having the time of their lives down on the far side of the pool. As I sat there I wondered, "Hey, if my older cousins can jump into the deep end and come up, why can't I?" As I mustered up the courage, I stood up and took a step into the water. Something told me that what I was doing was not right, but I didn't listen and I continued any way.
Soon enough I found myself tip toeing into the deep end and soon after I couldn't feel the bottom of the pool. As soon as I couldn't feel the bottom of the pool, I panicked and flailed about in the water. I know that I somehow pushed myself deeper into the pool. My panicking was not helping at all. I was running out of breath. I felt light headed and I felt like it was the end for me, but right when I was about to give up, I looked up and I saw a black figure swim over me. It swam right over me and grabbed ahold of me. I remember it grabbed me very violently and dragged me to the shallow end.
I came up crying as I coughed up water. All of the adults looked over and wondered what had happened. Everybody seemed so confused because it all happened so quickly. I don't remember who brought the question up, but somebody had asked who took me out of the water. I looked around and I told them that I didn't know because nobody there had been wearing black.
So it's still a mystery to this day as to who took me out of the pool. If anybody has any suggestions it would be very much appreciated.
Thank you for reading.