You step cautiously onto the cracked pavement of the abandoned water park, the eerie stillness hanging heavy in the air. The place seems almost too pristine, as though it’s frozen in time, untouched by the decay that should have set in years ago. The faded colors of the slides stand out against the surrounding shadows, and the silence is deafening—until it isn’t.

A low, rhythmic thumping echoes from the direction of the pool, followed by an unsettling chant that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You freeze, heart pounding. For a moment, everything feels surreal, as if the world itself holds its breath.

You strain your ears, eyes darting around the deserted park. There’s no sign of movement, no sound but the thumping and chanting growing louder, closer. A sudden spike of fear and adrenaline shoots through you as your instincts scream that you're not alone.

You take a hesitant step forward, the tension thickening with every creak of the dry, sun-bleached boards beneath your feet. Just as you near the pool’s edge, something cold and sharp wraps around your ankle—a clawed hand, pulling you with terrifying strength.

You gasp, your body dragged violently beneath the water, the cold, dark depths swallowing you whole. The chanting rises to a fever pitch, and all you can do is fight against the pull, desperately clawing at the surface, but it’s too late. You’re submerged, the world above slipping away into the crushing dark.