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Into the Abyss

Water is covering most of the Earth's surface. Everyone knows that. The ocean is enormous and mighty, it provides people with abundant resources, but not everyone knows that 95 percent of the ocean is unexplored. People usually are surprised to learn this information. For this reason, ocean always had fascinated me. In a way I was even glad it is like that because it gave me a unique opportunity to explore and research places and things that no one had seen before me. That is why I chose to dedicate my life to oceanology.

When I came to my internship in college, I got lucky and was hired to go on an expedition. The expedition went to explore the Kermadec trench. This trench is the fifth deepest in the world, at least of the known ones, and reaches 32,963 feet in the deepest part. It stretches 620 miles in length. Logically, such a huge place is almost unexplored. The expedition was trying to save on the finances, so they chose me as a man who would pilot the bathyscaphe and immerse in the trench. I had to take samples from the ocean bottom.

I clearly remember all the preparatory processes of the expedition – selecting the research ship, bathyscaph, crew recruiting and countless small details that were absolutely necessary. And then the day of diving had come.

A day of diving back then was cold and inclement, strong winds were blowing, and standing on the board had been unpleasant. I was worried that the diving wouldn't be possible because of the bad weather, but in the end forecast had promised no wind in an hour. I remember that when I got inside the "Jolly Roger" ambient wind sounds had become much more silent. After all, passenger area hull was made of 3 inch thick, high-strength steel. Then I had closed the entrance hatch and was sensing how ship crane lowered me into the ocean. Through the small porthole I had been watching as air bubbles that were trapped in the winding metal constructions finally got out in freedom and swept to the surface. Already a few meters below the surface all the sounds had completely subsided, and the sense of absolute tranquility occurred.

Soon it had become completely dark, and I had turned on the powerful LED lights to see the surrounding ocean. ''I'm reaching 2000 feet,'' I remember me announcing this over the radio. Now it seems to me that at that moment something had happened to my memory because after that I can't remember the events clearly. In my memory, my own voice sounds distant and strange. It sounds as if it belonged to someone else. Not long ago I blamed this on the fact that the abyss had affected me with its greatness, but I don't believe that anymore. All the following events in my memory are hazy and unclear too. I remember that I successfully reached 32 316 feet depth, collected some rock samples and ascended to the surface. I am incapable of remembering smaller details. Such as, underwater creatures, topography of the ocean bottom and my conversations with the ship through the radio. In my head there is only one grainy picture – lurid, gray ocean bottom illuminated by the LED lights.

2 months after the expedition, I had a dream. Very disturbing one. That kind of a dream which you remember for all your life. In my dream I am inside the bathyscaphe again. I've reached the ocean floor, and I am trying to palpate something in the sands with the robotic arm. In this dream there are two more men with me. One of them is talking over the radio, but I haven't touched the radio at all. ''We have reached the bottom – 32 316 feet,'' I hear my colleague announcing. Failing to palpate what I was looking for in the sand, I use another device to clean up the place so I can see how to maneuver. Once the place is cleared, I see in the camera screen that the strange object is the hatch handle decorated with a variety of forgings. I beckon my colleagues to look at it. We can't believe our eyes. Then one of us comes up with an idea that it is a camera glitch, and we decide to look at the mysterious object through the porthole with our own eyes. We change the position of bathyscaphe so we can see this object, and it really looks like a hatch with an elaborated handle. Besides that it shines in mystic purple tone which is much different from the rest of the ocean bottom. Following events in my dream are the most horrific and incredible.

Hatch suddenly opens and very bright yellow light is streaming from it. We all for a moment become blind, because our eyes are accustomed to twilight which prevails in the bathyscaphe. However, I notice the black shadows surging out of the hatch. When we recover from our blindness, all ocean bottom is illuminated by a bright light. Everything is clearly visible as we were on the surface. I discover that the whole ocean floor is covered with the same purple metal hatches, but open is only that one we have poked and nudged. Then the fear of death seizes all three of us because on the bathyscaphe ceiling a red light appears. It looks just like a laser, and it is easily cutting our sphere. I hear how my colleagues are screaming. Radio operator shouts in the handset, ''SOS! SOS!'' but it seems that radio isn't working anymore. Then happens the strangest thing. I loose control over my body and I am unable to move. I can see that my buddies have the same problem. Next we see that the hull has been cut, and I am thinking about death under the powerful press. However, water doesn't start to flow inside. I see that strange creature removes the cut metal piece and looks inside our cabin. Other creatures are visible besides that one. Beings are out there – in the water, but we are still in our places, and the water isn't flowing inside.

Creatures are best described as a mermaids, but they are not the ones from the folklore. Firstly, they are larger than us – people. Their bodies throughout have similar color as humans because their fish tails aren't covered with scales. Beings have unusually long, smooth fingers. Their faces recall a human face, but the nose and mouth are proportionately smaller than human's. Most horrific are the eyes of the creatures, they have no resemblance to humans. Eyes are completely black. There are neither the pupil nor iris – whole eye is pitch black. However, beings have some common features with mythical mermaids. They all have long hair and breasts.

The very next moment I am frightened by new terrifying events. One of the beings stretches its arms, seizes one of my mates and pulls him out of the bathyscaphe into the ocean. Helpless person is still petrified and keeps his sitting posture while taken out of his place. Then another creature goes after my second mate and also pulls him out. I see how his name tag glides along my eyes and I can clearly read – K. Gerald. When the first two creatures have disappeared with their victims God knows where, a third one is peering along the edge inside the bathyscaphe. It looks like it wants to stretch its hands and grab me, but she is hesitating. Her face has stuck in my memory the best from this awful nightmare. Blond hair, slowly fluttering in the water, small mouth, tiny, slender nose and eyes like black holes. Finally, mermaid stretches her slender index finger and makes a gesture as if to touch my forehead. Physical contact doesn't occur, however, when she does it, a thousand bells start to ring and chime in my head. Then I wake up.

After that night, I hadn't had this dream anymore, but I couldn't forget it. It seemed to me that black eyes of the being were still watching me. Then I decided to investigate research results to prove myself that it was only my vivid imagination, and nothing supernatural had happened. I took the research file and began to thumb through it. I hadn't found anything peculiar there. All results had been completely normal. When I was closing the file, I accidentally opened the first page, which described the general things. Such as expedition ship, submarine and crew member names that I knew by heart. And then I had frozen in horror. In the documents clearly was written K. Gerald – radio operator, ocean biologist and third "Jolly Roger" crew member. I had remembered the name tag from my dream instantly. I immediately called the organizer of the expedition, although the clock already had shown half past eleven in the evening. ''Hello,'' sleepy voice had answered. ''Hello, Mr. Smith! Lucas is calling there. You remember, two months ago I participated in your expedition to the Kermadec trench.'' ''I recalled your voice, but what do you want from me in the middle of the night?'' ''I have a question about the submarine crew. Why did I descend in the trench alone? The submarine has three places! And why the file contains other submarine crew members?'' I had asked emphatically. ''But we had talked about it! To get more funding, we invented false crew. What are you pointing at, Lucas? Do you want to blackmail me? You won't succeed...'' I hadn't been listening to him any longer. I had tried to remember the conversation about finances, but I failed to do that. In my memory there was no such conversation. ''Hey, are you still there?'' I heard him say. When I didn't reply, he put down the handset. I remember that by then I had already a better idea what to do.

The next day, early in the morning, I arrived at the port, where the expedition ship was still docking with ''Jolly Roger'' on board. Finances for expeditions were difficult to collect, so research vessels often were idling in the ports. The captain, with whom we were good friends, was here and let me on board. I immediately went to investigate the bathyscaphe. I circled around it and tried to find anything peculiar, but couldn't find anything. Then I climbed up to the crane, which was about bathyscaphe roof height. From there I jumped over to the bathyscaphe. I had had a clear action plan. I was looking for the place where in my dream the red laser had cut the hull. I had knelt down and started to examine bathyscaphe roof inch by inch. And there it had been. A small ripple in paint. It could have been just a tiny painting defect, and no one would have found it, but I knew, it wasn't just a simple painting defect. No defect is forming a perfect circle...

Tomorrow I will look for some simple office job...

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