Was reading this lovely novella when I came across this one on page 39% and just LOVED it.
Stella hung over the wooden rail and watched the inky waves, far below.
I know you’re down there…
As if in answer, a sudden swell made the ferry tip and her stomach rolled. She’d never liked being out on the open water, but the nightmare had made it worse. She couldn’t remember all of it. Deep, dark water. The feeling of drowning. In the daytime, the details always faded away, like mist in the sunlight.
Mum always blamed it on Gran – all her tales of sea witches and selkies, blue men and sea monsters. Stella didn’t really believe the stories any more, but deep water still made her uneasy.
She couldn’t shake the feeling there was something down there, watching.