“It all started when I was swimming in my swimming pool at my backyard, it was just as usual but unexpectedly an eyeball float to the surface of the pool, I’m terrified, I instantly called 911” the witnesses told me. “Is that all?” I said to assure that he give out all his information, he nodded his head in response. I then concluded this interview, this case was a very strange one, a corpse hidde...

Red blooms in the water. Petals unfurling. If you just focus on the growing spirals of red in the water. Crimson curling and dancing around one another.

If you just focus on that.

If you don’t look for the source.

It’s beautiful.

I’m frozen.

Trance like as I watch the red shift around me. I reach out a pale hand disrupting the vermilion. It breaks, making way for my hand.

This jolts me out of...

Tears run down my face as my brain flicks through all the memories of me and him. My headphones are on my ears playing I love the night, the rock song Georgie showed to me when we first became friends. I cry harder. I cry and cry until my eyes are red raw and then my mind finally picks a memory.

I stare across the pool. Georgie managed to steal the pool keys by some miracle and everyone else apar...

I sit on the bottom under the water and I begin to wonder if I can last up to five minutes like Margo Robbie. I doubt it, it has only been twenty seconds and my lungs are already screaming for air another ten and I unbend my legs so I can push off of the bottom sending my self rocketing towards the surface. I suck in a sweet breath of air once I break the waters surface and my senses return to me....

There’s one memory I always go back to. One moment that I think I truly felt peaceful. It’s not a significant moment or anything that would sound as impactful as it was. It’s a short quiet moment. One that feels personal but is most likely universal in the actions though not in the feelings I experienced.

That moment I think of was one summer day when I was alone and submerged in the pool.

I wa...

Moments later, 911 arrived.

"We were just swimming! She...she..." Lara couldn't spit out the words. "She’s...gone! Oh, god! She's gone!" Lara stood in the pool, on a waist-high step, sobbing.

“Let’s get you out of there.” Tim, the policeman, gave Lara a towel and directed her to the table.

"Julia drowned, is that correct?" The police officer questioned.

"You don’t see any blood, do you?!" La...

Isabella still longed to be with Declan but was turning out to be a smart and capable girl on her own. She had developed a strong love of swimming, constantly begging Abigail and Brevyn to swim with her. One particular day of the last week before she started kindergarten, she was particularly insistent that she swim. Brevyn was at work, and Abigail was not in the mood to swim. So, she sat outside,...

When Nigella regained consciousness, the first thing she noticed was the smell.

It was sharp, undeniably chemical, and so strong it made her head ache. But it was familiar. Something was knocking on the door of her memories, demanding entry.

Nigella groaned and rolled on to her back. Or tried to, at least. Her hands were tightly tied behind her back, rope chafing her wrists.

When she cracked...

Antonio released water, followed by a great white, into the deep of the pool from the semi truck’s tank.

The water from the valve crept into the shallows, about 8 feet down in the empty pool, wetting Tommy’s cheek and clothes. The cool feeling woke him, shocked. Getting to his feet, he glanced around until he noticed the deep side of the pool. The shark’s fin glided on top of the clear water.

H...

She always loved the pool.

From the first moment we found this house in the Hollywood Hills. Hidden in a tiny cul-du-sac, sitting all alone in the corner, like a shining sex symbol just waiting to be touched. Our dream home.

Built in the late 1930s and renovated in 2005, it had a hip mix of art deco and mid century modern design. Cool, crisp lines and pre WWII extravagance that was pure luxury...