She looked around

Her new world

Where the blue water

Danced with the light’s

Rays,

Colorful Fish swam

In schools

And in and out of seaweed

That swayed side to side.

She sat up,

Feeling the warm

Sand move underneath her hands.

It was soft,

Comfortable as any bed

Could be.

She snuggled in the sand,

Rolling around in it playfully

Until a dark shadow

Hovered above her.

She glanced up.

What greeted her

Was a wicked face, 

Torn and tattered

With half of her mouth

Hanging off the bone.

Her long

Black hair

Waved in and out of her face

As a gruesome smile,

Formed. 

                                        “Y̘͕͖͔̓͋̐̑̍̈́̒̀ò̦̭̭͉̓ͥ̃́̚u̼̮͖͇͉̒ͦ͂̒̅͑͝ ̵̹͎̯͙͌͋̐̏a͊ͭ̃ͯ͟r͔̺͇͈͕ͪ̆̅e͟ ͉͔̭̏ͯ͗̑ͤͪ͗B͕̥́̒̂ͩë̪̞̯̲́ͯͩͭͮ̚a̡̘̗̪̥͂̽͌ů͖̞̥̪̞͍̟͛t͡i̲̠̝͇͓̳̊ͥ̾͞f͏̺̰̭̬͕̟u̠̞̪͍ͫͣͩͭ̓̾̃̀ḻ̹” she spoke in a scratchy voice.

                                                  “H͍̙̟͚͉̎̊͑̆ͦͅe̶̪̬͔͔͕͒͢͝ ̗̥͚͕ͨ̋̏̈́͋̃̕m̷͎̠̱̼͎̲̓̀͂̔͝á̬̝͈̟͈͇̙̉̽͊ͫͯ͆̂͠d̴̶̰̳̱̤̦̘͓ͬ̿ͧ̊́̒ȩ̦͙̱͕̱̫͕̝ͤ́ͣͯ̍ͬ̾͌̋́ ̫̥̫ͬͬy̢͈͉̘̞͚͎͙͛̆̊́͘͟ŏ̧̰̯̫̤͎͒͒͌̎̔u̠̰̝̻̭̓ͯ͆̏ͫ͛̃̀ ͎̠̫̙̬̝͒ͭB̧͇͎̈ͥ̊̉͞e̪̲̲ͫ͆̂͂̔ͬ̐̅́aͮ̐̍̏҉͈̟͟u̩̝̗͎̤͓̲ͮ͒̚͜t̝̣̘̞̖̜̥̠̃̓̃͟į̛̤̗̪̬̜̰͇̇̑f͔̘͎̭̠͚̻͒ͯ̕ųͮ̂͢͏̹͈̩̯̙l̸̪̙͎͍̻̳ͫ͑ͧͯ̓”

                                  “Tͪ͑̇́̅̇ͧ̉ͣͤ̊̎҉̝̜̟̪̳͙̝͔̺͖͕̗̹̺ͅh̯̻͇̟̦͖͓̩̰͍͓͈͈͓͓͖̫̲̻̅̆̒̽̅̏͂̾̈́ͮ͟ẽ̴͒̓ͣͥ̋ͥ̄́̔̉ͪͪ͐ͩ̎́̄̈҉͓͍͈̝̦̥̪̱̜̻͉̤̰r̢͖͈̞̺̪̬̣̱̱̻̟̠̳̼͎͔͚̻̤̔͌̈́͑͂͘͜ę̮̱̬̝ͣͭ̄̾ͥ͐̈̉ͯ̍ͪ̾̊ͦͥͭ̍ͅf̵̸̦̪̺̲̗͍̮̝̳̗͈̹̩͛̃̃͛͌́̆ͯ͗͂ͫͥ̀͞ͅͅǫ͔̬͙̦͚̪̪̺ͪ́ͯ̔̀̓ͧ͑ͭ̀r͎̮̗̙͔̿ͬ̿ͬ̑͌͜͝ę̴̴̣̠̝̯͇͈̺̇̿̎̄̊̌̑ͧ͆̾́ͅ,̸͔͈̻͍ͥ́͆͛ͪ͑ͨ̏̔̂͡ ̶̳͙͖̟͕̣̘̦͈͇̱͎̦̝͋̀ͩ͛̕I̶̴̷͕̣͍̯͉̫͎͉̤ͣ̊͊͌͟͝ ̮̖͔̦͚̲̮̫̙̣͕̯̣̲̠̦͓̀̓̿͑̊͂̏ͦ̏̉͗̓̋͌ͥͩ͋̋̏͡w̷̸̶̨̥̖̫͓̙͊ͣ͌̓̃̈́ͭ̆͠ǐ̧̬͕͓̫͙̘͉̠̮̩͛́̋͊ͣ̓̎̆͗͞l̶̼͔̹̣̫̝̮̯̟̞͂̆̇͘l̴̨̉ͪ̋́̀͢͏͓̹̝͓̜̗̪ ͎̰͉̦̣̟̥̱̟̳͒̇̉̍̿̉̏ͧ̐̈̑͂͌̽͒ͯ̑́̕͢͡͡m̐ͤͤͤͮ̓̋͌ͥͩͪͧ̓̒́̚҉̹̰͉̬̘̜̦͖͍̬͎͢͞ͅa̶̵̧̱͔̬͇͚͓̼͕̺̜̺̤͓̪̘̳̝̙͌͆̓͌ͣͧͨ̈̅͊͌̀ͥ̿ͮ́k̹̙͈̻͖̝̞͍͕̩̩̩̼̺̙͑ͯͪ̾̐̎ͣ̍̊̏̆͌̅ͥ͋́͘ę͍͉͇̗̮̪̫̞̠̤̯͖̺̇́̑̃ͫͮͯ͂̑̾̓ͥ͑̎̽́ͅ ̊ͣͮ̌̆̌̿̾͝͏̮͖͕̮͉̦̦̭͟͜y̆̃ͤ̔͑ͧ́̈̄ͫͣ̌̽͊̾̆̾ͬ͐͏̞͈̘̪̖̯̥͈͔̲̜͉͎͍͇̝̙̩̜͘͟ơ̶̗̗͕̜͇͇̪̩̌́̅̇̃ͨ̽ͩ͋̄ͦͭ͑̐ͪͬ̓͢ű͑ͧͫ͐͆͂͢҉̙̘̤̫̞̝̯̣͎͔͟ͅ ͊̔̔͌̂̽͑͋ͧ̽ͧ͏̧͡͏̴͓͉͍̬̤̯̣̬u̶͖͔͎̹̓̑ͬͯ̌̾ģ̵̰̩̱̫͉̼͇̰̥̋̄ͨ̀̈ͯ̔͂̈̋͋͆ͫͦ̚l̢̧̠̩͚͕̹̯̤̞̞̘̄ͣ̃ͥͯ̄͊̂̊̀ͫ͑̚͘yͩ̅͆͌ͭͬ͜͝͏̹͕̗̘̲.̴̶̠͓̯͙͐̃̃̍̆̾̒̌.”