She swam out to the middle of the lake. Early mornings were great for this, before the tourists in their boats turned up, drawn to the lake by the legend of the huge beast which lurked beneath the surface. Total codswallop, of course.
She felt something brush against her foot and gasped. She knew it was only a fish or something.
Or something.
Her foot was grabbed and she was pulled under.
She thrashed around, but there was no escaping the thing which had her in its grasp.
Before she passed out she caught a glimpse of a huge, green, amorphous blob.
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