You can see it there, on the tidal flats, on a good clear day. Too hot and the shimmers will start coming up, making it look like some kind of ghost. But it’s real, and it stalks the approaches to the old flooded city during broad daylight as well as dusk. I’d call it a predator, but it doesn’t seem to eat what it kills. At least, not any parts we can see.

What’s that? Oh, what it looks like? No one’s gotten too close and lived to tell the tale, but if you look over the beach from Shady Bluff you can get a decent look at it, especially with binoculars or a spyglass. It’s tall, nine feet at least, and spindly as all get-out. Almost scarecrow-like, and real thin. I bet you could knock it off those tall thin legs real easily if you got close.

No, I don’t know what it’s made of. Looks black and iridescent. Some folks have said it’s metal, some flesh, some hard like a bug. I don’t much care. It looks like a thin man but it’s bigger and faster, that’s all I care about.

It’s the head you’ve got to be careful of. Get too close, and it’ll…well, I’d call it a scream, but you can’t hear it. It’s like a dog whistle. Make a little ripple in the air like you see with some big explosions, and if you’re too close, you drop dead. Bleeding from the ears.

It can hear you real good, and if you try to make the trip, it’ll come for you straight. Some people have made it. A few have even come back. But I wouldn’t do it if I were you. We did something, something that got things all stirred up around the old flooded city. and it’ll never forgive us. Not ever.

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