When I was sure I was clear enough to turn and flee, I did so, moving as quickly as I could with my limited vision of the terrain, Dr. Dean"s penlight and Remo Drammen"s natural light long gutted out. Their tortured screams followed me for a long time, even when I was sure they were all in my head. I didn"t even have to close my eyes to see the whole b****y c*****e taking place again. I knew those last seconds would haunt my dreams for a long time to come, for the rest of my life and beyond.
The fact everything was pitch black helped the c*****e to sneak back over and over, playing in my head like a disc with the repeat button stuck.
For a while there, there was no scuffling, no creatures following me. Just the images and sounds in my mind. All that was missing was the soundtrack of Jaws
