“Kenny!” Bobby screeched in terror. “Kenny! Jimmy! Get out of the water! Swim back! Swim back!!!”

The boys paused long enough to look back and found themselves looking at the mouth of a worm-like creature. Its head was round and oblong like the rest of its body. The top half of it reared back as it advanced on them and a fold opened up, revealing razor sharp teeth. The water around them started to slide towards the mouth as it came barreling in their direction.

They screamed. Kenny turned to swim away, but poor Jimmy was too terrified to move. The teeth bore down on him, inhaling him feet first before snapping down on his abdomen and dragging him down beneath the waves.

Kenny swam for the raft in the middle of the lake, his heart pounding a million beats a second. As he pulled himself up on the raft, he looked back to see the sparkling water turning red in the spot he and Jimmy had been just moments before.

Bobby was screaming. He was screaming and swimming back frantically for the shore. Kenny watched helplessly, thinking only that his mom and dad would be here in a second when they heard all the commotion. Bobby would tell them. Bobby would tell them what happened and where he was.

In seconds, he realized that Bobby wouldn’t be saying anything ever again. As the little boy got to the shallow part of the water, Kenny saw him stand…then he saw the waves come up behind him and Bobby falling face first into the water.

“No!” Kenny screamed as the thing dragged his little brother backwards into the water. He watched as Bobby’s hands flailed across the water as it dragged him back to the middle of the lake…then let him go. Bobby treaded for a moment, bewildered and disorientated.

“Swim, stupid!” he yelled, leaning over the edge of the raft and holding out his hand. “Come on!”

Bobby turned to Kenny and started swimming, but the second he moved, the thing came up from the depths, its teeth shining in the sunlight. It came down on Bobby’s head, clamping down on his neck. Bobby’s body flailed, grabbing at the head and beating it with his fists. Kenny could hear his little brother’s muffled screams as the thing started jerking him around.

“Let him go!” Kenny screamed jumping into the water. He swam for Bobby, reaching him in seconds. He grabbed hold of his feet and started to pull…but just as he did, a loud crunching noise filled the air. Kenny watched as the thing ripped his brother’s head from his body. Kenny, who was still holding his feet, fell backwards in to the water, as blood squirt from the stump on his brother’s shoulders.

He let go in horror and swam back for the raft. Just as his hand reached up for the raft, he felt something clamp onto both his legs. He screamed as loud as he could, in the hopes that his mother or father would hear him across the lake, but water filled his mouth before the sound got very far. In the seconds that he was alive and under the water, he felt a vibration and his legs were free. He looked down to see clouds of blood water rising all around him. He tried to kick his legs to get to the surface, but his feet were numb. He kicked as best as he could and waved his arms. When he looked down again, he couldn’t see his feet. In the murky water, all he could make out were his thighs…and tendrils of flesh as they hung from the bottom.

With the air that was left in his lungs, he screamed. The last thing little Kenny saw were the razor sharp teeth in the mouth of a giant toe as it came spinning up from the dark of the water.