Below The Surface.

Ireland. Green and beautiful. The views all around the small cabin were breathtaking, overlooking a forest with a lake running through the middle. The water sparkled in the afternoon sun and a few clicks of a camera were heard. There was a soft breeze blowing through the trees creating a tune of nature, almost as if it were a song. The move to Ireland had been hard but seeing this outside the window made it all worth it.

Keith was a Nature Photographer who traveled the world taking pictures. His career had led him on so many adventures but he always loved the lush green of forests and Ireland had to be his favorite so far. He packed his day bag before grabbing a walking stick and heading down the steep hill his cabin was nestled on. He would explore the forest a bit as he made his way to the lake. He had heard the normal myths and stories of the lakes being enchanted by witches and if you get too close the lake wills swallow you up. As fun as they were to listen to they were just stories so Keith had no fear of getting close and personal to capture the beautiful area. As he made his way through the forest snapping pictures along the way he heard the familiar tune of the wind through the trees. It was so soothing so he stopped to admire the view and just listen. The birds were chirping almost in sync as they fluttered through the trees going about their day. Keith held up the camera and snapped a close up of an unsuspecting bird resting on a branch. It was only day one and he had some incredible shots already.

His feet carried him through the forest and he ended up at the edge of the tree line looking over the water. He somehow found the lake easily enough and sat his bag down on a fallen tee near the lake. He pulled out his brown sack lunch and enjoyed his sandwich surrounded in nature. His chewing slowed as he heard the tune, it was louder somehow and he looked around seeing if maybe someone was playing an instrument. It was the softest sound, barely above the sound of the wind but he could hear it. The notes changing in a harmonious piece. He looked over at the lake before starting to eat again. Must be someone playing and the wind is picking up the sound. It was a beautiful melody Keith noticed. Once his lunch was finished he took more pictures before heading home before the sun set and he ended up lost in the wilderness. As he was leaving he felt a pull in the back of his mind making him turn his head towards the lake and he swore he say a ripple near the shore.

"So! Keith my lad! You likin yer view?" One of his friend asked over drinks at the local pub. Keith wasn't too far from the town his friends lived in.

"It's fantastic. Thank you for setting me up in that place, it'll be perfect" He said sipping his rather strong Ale. These men knew how to drink over here. "Can you tell me anything about the area? I heard stories about the lakes..."

"Ahh. The lakes you need to watch out for my boy. Get too close and you're a goner. Even the strongest swimmer don't stand no chance against the folk of the water." His accent deep and mysterious as he told the threatening tale. Keith rolled his eyes slightly taking another swig of the dark liquid.

"Water folk huh? Like mermaids?" Keith asked with a smirk at the child's bedtime sotry.

"Aye, they aren't no beauties though. These ones are meaner than anything and will lure you in with their song and take you to the depths of hell they do," Keith stopped hearing about the song.

"What does their song.. sound like?" he knew there wasn't such a thing and maybe the wind tune had started the stories of these water folk sounding like a song from the lake.

"It's the prettiest thing you ever hear, so soft and feels like it's pulling you in. You don't realize it until yer waist deep in the water being pulled down." Keith was intrigued thinking back to his time near the lake, he had that sensation when he left and he could have seen something in the water. The big man laughed at his foreign friend slapping him on the back few times.

"Don't worry lad. Just stories they are. Silly childrens tales to keep em away." He said ordering another round for himself. Keith knew it was silly to dwell on the thought but he couldn't get the tune out of his head.