*This rewrite is the shortest chapter*

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After the revelation about Yvette, I was more paranoid than ever. Arthur went on a three-day swim to try to locate Atlantis himself before whatever that thing was, came back.

He had said that there were a few places he hadn't checked yet. Today was day two of his quest, and as I readied for the day, I wondered if he might find it.

After a shower and a fresh set of clothes, I went to greet my dad downstairs.

"I've got the car all packed up. I can stay longer if you'd like, Ingrid." He told me as he washed his cereal bowl.

"It's alright. I'm looking forward to having the house to myself." I said shoving my hand in my pockets, "You'll text me when you arrive home?"

My father didn't say anything just pulled me into a hug, and I was relieved that he initiated it. We were never close after he got remarried, but now I didn't want to see him leave.

I helped him carry his bags to the car. We said our goodbyes and I watched him drive off. The house was quiet except for Simon scurrying around the kitchen. His little feet were pitter-pattering away.

The clock ticked loudly in the corner, and my house was suddenly tranquil and, I felt even more alone. Simon scurried past me straight to his bed. I watched him scratch and turn in circles before plopping down, looking at me with big tired eyes.

"You're right. Today is a good day for a long nap."

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My consciousness began to return, and my eyes fluttered open. My room was how I left it, dark, cold and with a snoring Simon curled at the end of the bed. I stretched and sat up, and my clock blinked red numbers steadily. 8:45 pm. With a sigh, I move out of bed careful to not wake Simon.

My dad had made it home an hour ago; my phone lit up with the unchecked text message. Sitting, I turned on the lamp, and a pale golden hue enveloped the room, my fingers clicking away on the keyboard. My mind was restless about the whole Arthur situation so I did the only thing I could think of: Google everything.

After the third myth about how Atlantis sank to the bottom of the Ocean like the Disney movie, I shut my computer. My feet swiveled me around in my chair. There wasn't much tangible evidence of where Atlantis could be, only folklore and maps that told me nothing.
I slipped back into bed dissatisfied with my half ass research, I curled up in my blankets and drifted off to sleep.

Through bleary eyes and my mind going in and out of consciousness I watched Arthur struggle against guards. The grotesque face and large round eyes of Darkwater stared me down, and as Arthur's cries became distant, I could feel its sharp fingers dig into my chest slowly and painfully.

My screams turned to gargled moans as blood seeped from my lips and-

"Argh!!" My eyes shot open, my body heaving as I screamed. Simons' head popped up from his spot.

"I'm okay." I breathed. "I'm okay."

Needing to write this down I grabbed my notepad and scribbled as much of the dream down I could remember. Arthur would need to see this when he came back.

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Downstairs I began to prepare a salad for dinner. While I rinsed off the vegetables, Simon whined. I looked at him, he wagged his tail and hopped back and forth on his legs.

"Simon, why do you always have to pee at the most inopportune times? Let's be quick alright?"

I threw the ball for Simon and watched him chase after it, his tail wagging fast. I chose to stay in my backyard, and I didn't need Simon jumping in the bay again. The ball never passed the bushes that lined the edge of my property. Simon came running back to me the ball barely contained in his mouth and dropped it at my feet. I smiled and picked it up, slightly damp; I rolled it between my hands and readied to throw when I saw it.

Between the bushes, something dark and substantial was watching me. I could see the glint of its eyes. Panic came over me in a harsh wave, and I  grabbed Simon, turning on my heel quickly. Once inside I slammed my door shut, placed Simon on the floor, who seemed unfazed, and ran to the window to watch the creature behind the bush. Suddenly it was gone, and I strained my eyes in the dark to see it when Simon began to growl.

"Simon?"

He ran off towards the kitchen his bark deep, and that's when I heard it, I had left the sink running.

"Simon! No!" I cried bolting from my seat, I grabbed the old fire poker but froze when I heard Simons cries of pain. My body was trembling with fear as I ran into the kitchen. On the floor and not moving, Simon laid in a pool of blood.

Deadwater was still coiling itself out of the sink.

I screamed charging at it, a quick whack to the head was enough to daze it, and my hand shot out flicking on the garbage disposal. Cries of agony escaped it as it tried to free itself, but it soon died and hung limply over the sink counter. With a heavy heart I slid down the wall picking up my dog, cradling him to my chest, I sobbed.