It was two weeks ago that people started to go missing. Things started happening. The ocean became a dangerous place. It became risky to go there. The water became murky and the fog made it difficult to see. I still go there anyway. I’m not afraid. My best friend Layla isn’t either. Well, maybe she’s a little afraid but there’s nothing wrong with a little fear. But every time we go there she becomes more and more fearful. I keep trying to tell her that it’s okay but she’s too stubborn to listen. Today she told me she’s not coming. I was mad at first but then I decided there was no use in arguing. I used to be afraid of the water too, even before it became so mysterious. Since Layla wasn’t coming I went on my own. It’s hard to see through all the rain and fog. It’s dark by the ocean. It’s easy to get lost. Today seems even worse than yesterday. But I don’t care. When I want to know something then I go find out. And I want to know why the ocean turned into this unpredictable place.