[ CW ] In five sentences , tell a horror story .

We never saw it coming, but that's only the first sense - the one we could hide from. We heard it, smelled it, tasted its breath, felt it closing over us. With hands covering our eyes like children abed before a looming closet each of us cowards made the choice to experience the end in sunless solitude. Only when we could taste the brackish water over our mouths did we look to see mouths silently shrieking, cold fingers going numb, noses frothing the last few terrified bubbles. That moment in murky depth was our last lie, a pleasing death by tides at night dark enough to sustain the false hope of doubting what we had refused to see.
