A Little Taste Of Blood Lines Buried Treasure

An excerpt from my new book

Marcus looked up quickly when he thought he heard something out in the water.  He scanned the surface of the lake but could see nothing.  As he started to turn to go back to the car he thought he heard someone call his name.  He looked around him but saw nothing or no one.  He was alone by the lake.  When he had pulled in here there had been another car parked a little ways down from him but now it was gone.  He was surprised that he hadn’t seen or heard it leave.
                                       

Again he thought he heard his name being called but there was no one there.  His name came again and this time the sound was louder yet it had a softer tone to it.  When he heard it the fourth time he was drawn to it.  Slowly he began to move in the direction he thought the sound was coming from.  The soft sweet voice continued to call to him drawing him ever closer.

Marcus was unaware when his foot stepped into the beginning edge of the lake.  His mind didn’t register it when the water level reached his knees.  He continued to march steadily forward edging toward what he suddenly thought was paradise.  If he could make it to that wonderful voice all his troubles would be over.

By the time the water was up to his chin Marcus was so withdrawn from his surroundings that anyone seeing him would have sworn that the man was out of his mind.  Of course they would never have known what to think when he suddenly stiffened and then screamed as something under the water reached around his legs and pulled him under the surface.  For a couple of minutes you could have followed the bubbles along the surface as the air left his lungs and filled with liquid.  Of course it wasn’t drowning that finished Marcus.  It was the long deep gash that was torn down his middle.  His intestines floated out from his body and rippled out behind him like the streamers at the end of a child’s kite as he was drug deeper into the depths of the lake.