The Monster Under My Boat - Sequel to Francis Brandywine: The task was to write a sequel to Francis Brandywine

The Monster Under My Boat - A sequel to Francis.
By Kelly Lim

I always lay on my bed late at night being kept awake by a very bad memory I try to forget. I barely escaped with my entire body, the only thing I left behind was my left leg, but hey at least I pay half for a pedicure now. Ah, if only I could be that optimistic most of the time. I can’t even afford a pedicure though. But enough about me now, let’s talk about what happened to me exactly 20 years ago from today.

I used to go to this place called Quetico Provincial Park with my family when I was younger. It was a very remote but beautiful reserve that was barely visited by anyone . It was my 19th birthday, so I decided to sneak out of the house with my friends and spend a night at Quetico. We set up our camp by a lake that was known to be 300 ft deep. Rumors spread around about a girl who drowned there because of some creature, some even say aliens, that kept knocking on the bottom of her boat. I never used to believe that story, and I hated how everyone was so gullible about such dumb rumors. 

The night before we left to go home and face our soon to be furious parents, I decided to spend the entire night in the middle of the lake with a video camera proving that there was no such animal that knocks under your boat and drowns you. I made the biggest mistake of my life at that point. At exactly 12am, I went off into the thick woods and off to the lake when all my friends went to bed so they couldn’t follow me. I got into the boat I secretly set up in the morning and rowed for about 20 to 30 minutes to the middle of the lake which was where the girl apparently went missing.

I turned the camera on and started to record. “Alright, hello this is me Tobias Marlton. I am here in the middle of the lake at Quetico Provincial Park where this supposed girl has gone missing and was drowned by an alien.” I said to the camera not knowing something down below was listening. “It has currently been 5 minutes and still no knocking, also I’m trying to prove you all wrong about what happened to the girl and also I need to win a bet. I charged my camera to last the entire nigh-” Knock knock knock! The sound of mysterious knocking reached the bottom of my boat. “Uhh, that could have been some sticks or something. Anyways let’s play a game of cards alone to pass the ti-” KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! The noise was back, but only louder.



 I was shaking at that point, maybe the girl really did exist and really did drown, and that alien thing maybe did exist after all. I forgot to turn off my camera but I just set it down. There was another knocking noise that startled me. I decided to be a coward and row back to shore. I tried rowing as fast as I could. I was moving quite quickly and I was about to reach shore until my boat came to a sudden stop. I fell down with a loud bang, I accidentally sprained my arm which really stung. I tried rowing the boat again, but this time I couldn’t move. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!! The loud knocking wouldn’t stop and it kept shaking my boat.

I couldn’t think of anything anymore, the only thing I could think of was jumping off the boat and swimming to shore. So I did, I dived into the cold dark water. I swam as fast as I could with my sprained arm. Suddenly I felt a piercing pain at my left leg. I silently screamed with tears coming out of my eyes. I had realised my left leg was bitten off. I kept on swimming with my arms at that point, with tears being mixed with the lake water. I reached the shore eventually. I looked back at the lake to see what bit my leg off, I saw nothing but a trail of mud and blood in the water. I realised I left my camera on the boat, but that didn’t matter at this point.

I crawled back to my campsite and woke my friends up, they saw my bloody and wet body and helped me clean myself. They asked me what happened, so I told them everything, from me sneaking off until the part where my leg was bitten off. They
drove me back home to send me to the local clinic. On our way home, one of my friends remembered something. “Sooo, about that bet.” “Oh yeah haha, I guess you won.” I laughed awkwardly thinking it was a joke that he would seriously bring that up when I was in need of help. “Uhh yeah, where’s my ten bucks?” He asked curiously. I just glared at him and pulled out a 10 dollar note out of my dirty yellow backpack. I shoved it into his hand and looked away. I couldn’t believe he would still ask for money which I could have used on band aids. I looked out of the window as we went past the border that meant we had left the beautiful yet scary Quetico.

That memory will always be in the back of my head, following me wherever I go. I vowed to never return to the park again. The girl who went missing had a very unfortunate thing happen to her. I feel very lucky to have survive the event she went through. I now ride a wheelchair since I lost the ability to move my right leg. Whoever reads this, just know that anything could be waiting out there in the dark to eat you, even a monster under your boat.

The consequences for Tobias riding a boat to the middle of the lake late at night were really bad. The camera he left behind was somehow still turned on and unharmed. It took up a noise that sounded like murmuring. “He didn’t answer the door, so I just had to eat him.” The creature probably had no friends and was very lonely (probably because he eats them).The video then records some kind of muddy creature jumping into the air and swimming towards land. It looked nothing like a beautiful fish or anything like fish at all, it looked like a round thing with fins, legs and arms, it was also covered completely in mud from top to bottom. It walked away and into the thick forest, hopefully to never be seen again.