Keith had been humming the song the rest of the night as he was researching into Sirens. There was no way they were real, right? From what he had experienced so far it matched up with the evidence but it was impossible. It was probably someone playing tricks on everyone. Keith decided to call it a night and snuggled into bed only to be thrown into another vivid dream this time he could feel hands on him. Their were multiple voices now all singing different things as his lungs filled with water and he could feel himself drowning. His hands reached out to grasp anything and felt smooth skin and opened his eyes to see the same striking eyes piercing through him as his vision slowly faded away. He started awake gasping for breath his body soaked I sweat. He looked at the time and groaned it being only 4 am. He had never expected to be haunted by these dreams on this trip. He had to admit it was the most interesting one he's been on. He decided to just get up for the day unable to sleep again after that. He needed to put these superstitions to rest. This time he backed goggles and a snorkeling tube.

He made his way to the forest again and waited for the music to start. It never did. He continued his own way marking trees so he wouldn't get lost. He was able to finally make his way to the lake on his own. He stared at it nothing seeming out of the ordinary. The water was rippling softly and sparkled against the sun. He looked down the beach and noticed an old fishing dock a few feet down. He made his way towards it. He walked out onto the dock looking over the water. He peered into the depths looking for anything out of place. He leaned in closer only to hear a loud cracking sound as the dock caved in under his feet sending him straight into the water. The sudden fall took Keith by surprise causing him to inhale water as he fell. He kicked his feet trying to get to the surface but he was only sinking deeper, his heavy backpack weighing him down. He struggled against the straps trying to get free but his vision started getting splotchy due to lack of oxygen. Holy shit he was going to die. His thoughts were interrupted by the same song, clear as day filing his head and his body relaxed letting his body sink farther and he saw a figure coming towards him as he faded into darkness.

Keith's eyes flew open and he turned to his side gagging and puking up water as he gasped for air. His whole body trembled as he lay there breathing. He looked around and noticed he was back on shore,his backpack laying a few feet away. How did he get out off the water? He was for sure dying.. he then remembered seeing the dark figure coming towards him.. was it a person? Did they see him fall in and save him? His head was pounding and he sat up shakily looking around. He should have tested the old dock first and felt stupid for clambering onto an old rotten wooden structure. He pushed his wet hair back out of his face before standing slowly. He grabbed his backpack and opened it noticing his camera a was gone. His heart skipped a beat knowing for sure it was in there. Whoever saved him took it.

He looked around the dock before heading home, his camera lost. He had plenty of cameras and luckily he uploaded his pictures every night so he didn't lose any of the work. He decided to call it a day early after almost dying. Once he was back at his cabin he changed into dry clothes and laid in bed. Soon sleep took over him and this time he did no dream.

The next day he was woken to the familiar jingle of the bell from the flower cart. He groaned and rolled over before shooting up realizing he had slept through yesterday and it was already the next morning. I guess drowning really tuckers you out he thought before preparing himself some food. Keith sat over his plate of eggs and hash browns contemplating another lake trip. Every time he went something weird happened. He ended up deciding to go and followed his clearly marked trail and made it to the lake quickly. Once he was out of the trees he stopped suddenly seeing something on the edge of the half dilapidated dock. His camera. He ran over and picked it up looking it over. Water had ruined it completely but how it got there was what made him most curious. He sat on the edge of the dock after making sure it seemed sturdy. He peered over the water waiting for something, anything.

"Hello? If someone's out there, please, talk to me" He called his voice echoing over the lake. He felt stupid talking to himself. He waited still and felt an itch in the back of his mind. The feeling of something behind you made him want to turn around. He was scared to but built up courage to turn around quickly. As he turned he heard a splash and crawled to the other side seeing the water rippling from the disturbance. Okay. Something could have fallen in.. A fish or something. Until he heard it on the other side. He crawled over and looked out the other side. Something was toying with him. He stood up and walked off the dock and down the shore. Let's see if it follows. He stepped out into the water until it reached his ankles. He didn't want to go too far in.

"I know you're out there. You should just show yourself." He called again getting a weird feeling about being in the water. Then he herd a familiar tune this time lighter and slightly different. It took over his mind as his body fell into a trance like state. He felt water rising up his body and realized he had started walking in deeper. He pulled out of the trance and quickly started back to the shore and he felt something brush his legs making him cry out in shock before booking it. He tripped over a large stone falling face first into the shallow water and a sound of pure delight rang in his ears, it sounded like laughter. Keith turned around and caught a glimpse of something going under the water. At that moment he felt like he was about to pass out but made his way to the shore. Something was definitely in there.

He scrambled into a stand and looked around. He decided to pick up a stone and chuck it int the water. He didn't know why he did that, maybe he could scare it or something? Nothing happened so he turned to find another stone but was felt an impact on his back and cried out in pan turning around and saw the same stone he had just thrown into the water, at his feet. His skin prickled as he picked it up again. He threw it back in but watched this time. He was either going crazy or something threw it back at him. Nothing happened while he was looking and had an idea. He turned his camera on to record and sat it on the ground. Maybe he could catch something on his camera. He picked up another stone and threw it in. Then he acted like he was searching for a new rock and heard a stone land beside him. Instead of turning around he kept 'looking' hoping to draw whatever it was out more. Everything was screaming in him to run but he needed to figure out exactly what was happening. He felt the other stone land closer to him clinking against the other pebbles. He picked one up and turned around finally the water still. He glanced at the camera before tossing another in and turning around. This time he head a cracking sound realizing the stone had bee thrown straight at his camera cracking the lens. Dammit. He hurried to his camera and picked it up examining the crack. He would just have to replace the lens. He looked out over the water knowing whatever was out there was smart. He gathered his things and went to leave and the same loud high pitch scream from the other day filled his head making him crumple onto the ground. He gripped his head crying out in pain as waves of the screech made him nauseous. He turned his head towards the water and came eye to eye with two blue eyes that sparkled and shone colors he couldn't have imagined. Those eyes were the last thing he remembered before falling unconscious.