The fog mists in every direction like a thick curtain, not even the light from my lighthouse can break through. Everything is wet from the storm that rages outside angry and getting angrier by the second. A noise is the only thing that’s able to cut through, faint at first, but becoming louder and louder. The most beautiful singing I have ever heard in my whole life beckoning me toward it. First one voice then another and another until there are many all harmonizing singing different notes. There’s no discernible words or language that stands out, just a cacophony of song. Now it’s coming from every direction as if I’m surrounded it’s impossibly loud, but not unpleasant or deafening. I look out the window and see several small humanoid figures sticking out of the water, floating; more appearing the longer I look until there’s dozens of them. I can only see the vague outline, but they look oddly feminine. The humanoid figures just float there watching me watch them. I’m so entranced in the song and the figures in the water I don’t notice the lighthouse start to shift under my very feet until the whole thing starts to list and tilt and by then it’s too late. My heart skips and it feels like time stops. There is a great creaking sound that overtakes even the beautiful song of the creatures and the windows crack and explode in my face and I just get my arm up to shield myself in time. I’m stumbling and panicking, my mind blank with fear. The rocks the lighthouse was perched on have eroded and are falling into the sea taking the lighthouse and me with it. I take one last glance up when I see the humanoid figures rise up out of the water and now I see they aren’t humans at all, what I once thought were humanesque creatures from the deep I now see are long spindly fingers of a much larger creature. The hands become visible, then the top of the head, the water parts to accommodate this colossal beast breaching its surface. One of its massive hands comes up and catches the falling lighthouse, its fingers wrapping around several times like the tentacles of an octopus. It lets out a bellowing roar that rattles my very soul. The lighthouse jerks as the creature holds it like a child holds a toy and I lose what little footing I had left and shoot out the broken window, free falling toward the water. Another hand emerges from the depths and comes up to meet me as I land with a thud. It lifts me so I’m face to face with it and stares at me inquisitively. My eyes go directly to it’s massive gaping mouth filed with multiple rows of pointed, serrated, razor sharp teeth too big for it’s mouth so they stick out haphazardly and large completely black bulbous eyes. This is like nothing I’ve ever heard nor seen before. I looked behind me just in time to see one of it’s dark grey tentacle like finger extremities coming toward me, wrapping around my waist. It sets me down on the ground, safe back on land, and the lighthouse in the water in the general area it would have landed had the great beast let it fall and it backs up and sinks back to the depths, being swallowed back up by the sea and fog. All I can think is ‘no one will ever believe this’