Lost on the Water by D. G. Driver

Author:D. G. Driver [Driver, D. G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Melange Books, LLC

11

Searching for Any Sign of Alex

The water was so much colder at night, and a light breeze constantly swirled around my head. Pain throbbed behind my eyes as my sinuses filled up with allergic reactions to the dogwood tree pollen. I checked my watch for the first time since landing on the island. It was after nine o’clock. We had wasted so much time. If Alex was lost or stuck somewhere, I bet he was really cold and freaked out. I would be if I were him.

I looked over my shoulder as I rowed into the deep water and saw Lamont and all of his buddies disappear back into the trees.

I hoped they walked back to camp with a little more urgency than they had shown trying to get to the rowboat. I didn’t want to be stuck out on this lake all night, wandering around, looking for either Alex or some parents having cocktails on a pontoon.

“Uncle Robert,” I said to the air around me. “I have some serious doubts that you exist. I’m not a big believer in ghosts. I watch that show on Discovery channel where they claim to find ghosts with all their high-tech gadgets, but I don’t buy it. I mean, have you ever noticed that they never show the ghosts? It’s always, ‘I just heard something’ or ‘I just saw something.’ But they never catch it on the video. That show sucks, now that I think about it.”

I paused for a second, realizing what I’d just said.

“Oh, I guess you wouldn’t have seen the show, would you? You’re dead. Plus, even if you are a ghost, you haunt a boat on the lake. Pretty unfair deal, if you ask me. I’d rather haunt Grandma’s house. She has cable.”

Uncle Robert, if he was in the vicinity, didn’t say anything back to me. I didn’t get some lingering whiff of his odor or a breath on my cheek. No mysterious words were whispered in my ear. I can’t say I heard any odd music playing anywhere. That feeling you get when someone is sitting too close to you, that uncomfortable tingle of your skin—I didn’t feel that either. None of the stuff they say happens when you’re near a ghost happened to me.

No. I was utterly alone on a lake, in the dark, in a thirty-five-year-old, handmade rowboat.

My sneakers were wet, and my feet were cold. The water that had been in the boat all day was still there. It seemed deeper, which I thought was strange with the boat having been on shore all evening. Sure, maybe it hadn’t dried up, but it shouldn’t have gotten deeper.

I rowed ahead, trying to use the light of the half moon and the stars to see outlines of the shore and trees up ahead. The sky truly was beautiful here. Nothing like home, that’s for sure. I hardly ever saw stars back at home, even sitting on the beach. There was always too much air and light pollution. Here the sky was perfectly clear, and you could see every constellation.

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