TIt happened to me last summer. I sat alone at home because all my friends were outside the city. I was very bored, so I decided to ride a bike to a nearby park. When I got there, I saw that no sports teams had practices and nobody played. I found myself alone, I thought it would be nice to go to the river that runs along the street opposite the park.
People should not go there, but children do it all the time, so I went down on a steep hill and sat on the rock. I closed my eyes and tried to relax a bit when I heard what sounded like someone who melted, splashes. Suddenly I felt that these really frigid hands grab my ankles and pull me into the river. This river runs quickly and I was crazy. I swallowed a bite of water and everything became black. I forced my eyes open eyes and rose in the middle of the circle of bodies. Their skin was gray-blue and decaying, and I tried to scream, but I couldn't.
Suddenly I found myself again on the rock next to the river, almost as if I dreamed of all this, and then I started coughing water! I heard a cunning voice in the middle of the river that told me to leave. I was to argue with it and ran on the hill across the street and went to the bicycle home as soon as I could.
Later I found out that the river was at the road level, and countless cars fell into the river. At least a dozen deaths were made there and I don't even want to think about the importance that I could have with my experience with native culture here.
