Have I ever been sane?

Have I ever been sane? Now, ain’t that a good question or what? Jack has surely been asking himself that a lot lately. He watches the news to once again realize he’s the only one who made it out alive from the perfidious Lake Death, where folks mysteriously disappeared. Some turned up dead, their bodies horribly deformed. And Jack saw it. He knows who, better saying, what is behind the madness. It’s a thing, not human. That’s why he’s so afraid to talk about it, even to the police, fearing being labeled a goddamn weirdo. Truth is Jack is scared to death. After beating himself up, his troubled mind pushes him back to the ominous place. He drives to Lake Death. It’s dark and eerie. A worn-out canoe waits. He paddles to the center. Too petrified to breathe, Jack again has to face his worst demons, one in particular. The creature finds him. Shall he run scared? Can he stay and fight? Turning back is no longer an option.