He must be having lots of fun because he hasn’t been back in 20 minutes. I watch as my son, Tyler, runs along the shoreline, collecting seashells and chasing seagulls. I sit on my beach chair and close my eyes, soaking up the sun’s rays, when suddenly I hear Tyler’s voice calling out to me.
“Dad! Look at this water, it’s so cool!”
I open my eyes and try to locate Tyler’s voice, but he’s nowhere in sight. I get up from my chair and walk towards the water’s edge, scanning the area for him. As I get closer, I notice something strange about the water. It’s an eerie shade of green, and it looks almost like Minecraft water.
“Tyler?” I call out, feeling uneasy. “Where are you?”
There’s no response. I start to feel a knot form in my stomach. I’ve heard stories about people disappearing or drowning in strange waters like this. I step carefully towards the water, peering into the murky depths.
And then I see him. Tyler is waist-deep in the strange water, his back turned to me. He’s completely still, like a statue, staring down into the water. Panic sets in as I start to run towards him, but something holds me back. A voice in my head tells me to stay away, to not get any closer to that water.
I watch helplessly as the water around Tyler starts to bubble and churn. It’s like something is alive down there, below the surface. And suddenly, Tyler disappears from view, his body sucked under the water with a sickening gurgle.
I stand there, rooted to the spot, tears streaming down my face as I realize my son is gone forever. And as I walk away from the beach, my mind haunted by what I just witnessed, I can’t help but wonder what other horrors lie beneath the surface of that Minecraft water.