Lake Guaden

| October 13, 2013 | 7 Comments

By Brittany the Ghost

    “Pass the oxygen tank” yelled my impatient friend Brittany.  “We only have an hour until dinner. Mom is making salmon back at the resort.” I gave it to her and we started our way to the boat. We had just finished preparing for our dive and we were both anxious. It was our first dive into the depths of Lake Guaden and we were both skeptical. We climbed onto the boat and our instructor started the engine. We traveled for about 10 minutes to get to our diving location, soaking up enough scenery to last a lifetime. The volcano towering over it all seemed to overwhelm everything in it’s presence. Both were flooded with emotions of all different kinds as we hesitantly crept into the mysterious lake. After making all of the last minute equipment checks, we descended into the unknown. We could feel the heat from the active volcanic tubes heating the mysterious lake we were exploring, which slowly calmed the nerves.

     Brittany and I went to the shipwreck we had heard so much about. As we explored the  deserted ship, Brittany tensed. Through a series of hand signals she finally got the message across, she had seen a shark. As I tried to convince her she was mistaken, the idea of the beast stalking us crept into my mind. Then something passed over me and my instincts kicked in.

     My head whipped around to find some volcano debris drifting away. My heart returned to it’s normal pace and I went back to trying to calm Brittany down when her eyes flashed, freezing wider than the horizon. I turned around to find a shark the size of the vessel we arrived on and the beast stared back at me with it’s large, unforgiving eyes. I had never seen anything so frightening and paused, waiting to be ripped apart. I slowly raised my arm to make a break for it when I noticed the shark’s eyes widen so I jolted to escape. As soon as I moved, the shark bolted for his meal to be. My heart beating out of my chest, I tried to escape completely forgetting about my instructors warning to descend and ascend slowly. I was about half way up when I heard what sounded like a muffled scream. I looked back only to see Brittany’s head engulfed by the massive shark slowly squeezing the life out out the body that used to be my friend. My tears mixing with the lake water as I swam the rest of the way up to the boat.

I climbed onto the boat to find our instructor passed out. He had been watching our expedition from above the surface and apparently had passed out seeing the brutal massacre. I ran toward the steering wheel and started the boat trying to escape as quickly as I could, trying to divert my mind from remembering Brittany. She was always there for me, and I just left her to die.


My fault…my fault…my..fault…


I drove back to safety and that’s all I could think about. My mind being destroyed slowly by regret and sorrow seemed to fade away from the world.

I got back to shore and dragged myself to our apartment to deliver the bad news. I had experienced things I would have never dreamed of and after many sleepless nights, I decided I must kill the beast that took two lives I cherished, mine and hers.

The next week my family and I attended Brittany funeral, as I watched her family sob as her coffin lowered into the deep, dark hole.  She had so many loved ones; they seemed to fill half the graveyard. So much mourning… it seemed to enhance mine, and I just couldn’t handle it. I ran to my car and drove back to my house, trying to get my mind off her. I slammed my door behind me and threw my jacket to the floor and I suddenly knew what I needed to do. Anyone who can inflict so much pain must be killed. I was going to kill the shark and cause as much pain to it as it caused us.

   What started as a innocent exploration became a life changing experience that I vowed to avenge. I spent the next three weeks preparing for the murder when I found a way to do it. I had read online that a shark’s eyes were easiest to penetrate. I poisoned the tip of a harpoon that I found in my father’s shed and I was off. It was around one and I pussy-footed down my stairs and out of the house. I ran to my jet ski and sped off into the night air. I felt the light breeze flow through my hair as I was blinded by revenge and hatred. I arrived at the scene of Brittany’s death and began to scout out the area.

Still on my jet ski, I slowly moved, waiting tensely to get the revenge I needed to continue my life. Closure was the only way. And then, just as fast as it came the first time, I saw it speeding toward me. It was about 50 feet away and it was making ground fast. I took aim of the harpoon and held my breath waiting for the right moment to strike. The shark, completely fearless, sped even faster toward the dim light of the humming jet ski preparing mentally to crush me. Both of our hearts beating faster and faster when, Pew! I shot the shark in the left eye and it faded into the depths of the lake.


I was finally at peace with myself and was ready to move on. My engine revved as I sped away from the battle when I felt a thump. It was a one eyed shark that wasn’t ready to give up. I reloaded my harpoon gun and frantically looked for my predator. I felt another thump, and I turned around to see a space where my engine used to be. With no lights and only one spear left, I scrambled around to see the beast staring at me, just as before but with a bloody spear through his eye. A sudden moment of sympathy passed over me when I shot his other eye. It continued toward my jet ski and right before it hit, it slowed to a stop and submerged underneath me. Not taking any chances, I looked around and waited for about ten minutes in the dark. When I felt it was safe, I slipped into the water and swam as fast as I could back to shore. My adrenaline at levels it had never reached, I made it back to shore at record time.

As I reached the shore, my heart was still pumping like a jack rabbit. I laid down on the rocks and thanked the heavens for my revenge. I laid there and thought and thought until I finally realized…killing the shark was not the answer, I had the answer all along.

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  1. jackson says:

    Great story! but there was a little bit too much blood and killing for me.

  2. jackson says:

    I don’t appreciate Brittany taking credit for my work.

  3. jackson says:

    Who are you?

  4. jackson says:

    Then it wouldn’t be a mystery, right Mrs. Shell?

  5. jackson says:

    I’m Brittany!

  6. jackson says:

    I’m Brittany…

  7. jackson says:

    sure…

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