I’ll Be Waiting

This took place sometime just before summer. I was in elementary school, and I went to the nearby B Lake with my parents and one of my close friends.

There weren’t many people around on this particular day, and my friend, who had great eyesight, was the first to notice something odd.

“Hey, look over there.”

Even I, with my terrible eyesight, could see something floating in the water.

“Let’s go check it out,” he said, and so we slowly approached it. When we got there, it was like a jolt ran through my entire body, and I broke out in a sweat.

It was a man.

B Lake was infamous for these sorts of strange incidents, but seeing a body right there in front of our eyes sent us into a panic.

The man was still alive, and he tried to say something to us, but so much water was rushing into his mouth that we couldn’t understand him. I tried to rush back to the beach so I could call someone for help, but when I turned around, I saw my friend was trying to drag him in instead. Even for a child, he was able to pull the man in, bit by bit, by floating. We both rushed to do what we could.

I don’t remember much of the details now, but the adults all quickly surrounded the man, and then an ambulance arrived. Then, as they were carrying the man away, he looked right at me and said, “I’ll be waiting.”

I didn’t catch the sound of what he said very well, but his lips clearly moved to make that sound. I didn’t understand what he would be waiting for, but after that we were so traumatised that we couldn’t go back into the water, and that was the end of our fun day out.

I don’t know what happened to the man after that. I’m an adult now, but my friend and I never spoke about that incident ever again. It was like something was keeping us from talking about it.

What on earth did that man mean when he said, “I’ll be waiting”…?

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