Mayday Mystery
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The mystery is a good name for the mystery of this Mayday. I thought it was going to be like all the others, a fun day out on the water with friends and family. It wasn’t. This was different from anything I’d ever experienced before. It was so strange that it didn’t feel real. It’s like a dream, but I can still remember everything.
The sky was blue, the sun was shining, and we were all happy to be alive. The weather was perfect for our cruise on the lake. We had been sailing since early morning. Now at noon, the wind was calm and we were just floating in the middle of the water, enjoying the scenery.
We had taken a break to eat lunch when my friend’s cell phone rang. She answered it and put it on speakerphone. “I’ll be right back,” she said, and she climbed onto the mast.
“Hello?” I heard her say, and then she hung up. “You know what this means, don’t you?” she asked me.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“It means that someone is going to die today.”
“But why?” I asked.
“That’s not important. You’re going to help us by telling everyone what you saw, and we’re going to take care of you.”
“Okay,” I said, and I told her what I had seen.
***
“Mayday Mystery”
I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t want to believe it, but I couldn’t deny what I had seen. The truth was too obvious. It was no mystery. I was on a boat with a bunch of people who were about to kill somebody. I had to get out of there.
I tried to escape by climbing onto the bow of the ship. My feet slipped as I started to climb. The boat was moving too fast. I fell into the water.
The cold water was shocking, and I went under. I tried to swim away, but the current was strong. It pulled me under again.
I fought for air, but it seemed like I was underwater forever. The cold water burned my lungs and I had trouble breathing. I thought I was going to die. I couldn’t see anything, and the only thing I could hear was the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.
I didn’t know how long I was under. All of a sudden, I felt a tug on my arm. Someone pulled me to the surface.
“Where are you going?” a woman’s voice said.
“To get help,” I gasped.
“No, you’re coming with us.”
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I’m one of the Mayday Mystery,” she said.
“You’re the murderer,” I said.
“I am not.”
“Then why are you killing people?” I asked.
“Because we have to.”
“Why? Who are you?”
“I can’t tell you. We’ll explain everything when we get back to shore. Trust me. You need to come with us now.”
She dragged me aboard the boat. “We’ve got to hurry,” she said.
I didn’t know what to do. I was so scared, but I was also angry. I knew I needed to get away from this woman. She was going to kill me if I let her.
“Come on,” she said. “We don’t have much time.”
I climbed up onto the deck. She pushed me toward the bow. I didn’t want to go, but I didn’t have any choice. We were sailing right into the wind, and we were already far out in the lake.
“You’re going to love it,” she said. “Just be quiet and watch.”
“I won’t say anything,” I promised.
“That’s good,” she said. “Now you can rest. I’m going to tie you up and then you’ll sleep until we get back to shore.”
She tied my hands behind my back and wrapped a rope around my ankles. Then she locked me in the cabin below deck. It was dark inside, and I couldn’t see anything.
The next morning, I woke up and realized that I wasn’t alone. There were other people in the boat with me. I didn’t know who they were, but I knew I had to get away from them. I tried to scream for help, but it didn’t work.
The boat was moving fast, and I started to panic. I kicked and struggled, but I was too weak. I was starting to lose consciousness.
I felt myself going under.
***
“The Great Escape”
It was hard to breathe, and I couldn’t see anything. The cold water had numbed my body. I was losing consciousness.
Something grabbed my arm.
“You’re coming with us,” someone said.
I looked up and saw a woman’s face.
“You’re going to like it,” she said.
I struggled, but I was too weak. I couldn’t get free.
“Be still,” she said.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“We’re going to see our friends,” she said.
“But who are you?” I asked.
“I’m one of the Mayday Mystery,” she said.
“What do you mean? You’re not the murderer.”
“I am not.”
“Then why are you killing people?”
“Because we have to.”
“Why? Who are you?” I demanded.
“I can’t tell you. We’ll explain everything when we get back to shore.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I said.
“You’re going to love it,” she said.
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you,” I said.
“That’s good,” she said. “Now you can rest.”
“I won’t say anything,” I promised.
“That’s good,” she said. “Now you can sleep until we get back to shore.”
I closed my eyes. I was so tired. I thought I was going to die.
***
“The Last Word”
I was in a cave, and I didn’t know where I was. I was cold, and my clothes were wet. I could see the moon shining through a hole in the rock wall.
“What are you doing here?” a voice said.
I turned around and saw a woman standing there. She was wearing a black dress.
“I was lost,” I said. “I need help.”
“Do you have any idea how long you’ve been gone?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“It’s almost midnight,” she said.
“Oh, no.”
“What did you think you were doing?” she demanded.
“I wanted to see what was out there.”
“You know it’s dangerous to be out after dark,” she said.
“I didn’t mean to,” I said.
“You don’t understand,” she said. “You need to stay away from the forest.”
“I was just curious,” I said.
“There’s nothing out there for you to see,” she said.
“I want to know more about the Mayday Mystery,” I said.
“That’s not something you should be talking about,” she said.
“But I have to know,” I said. “You don’t understand. I’ve got to find out who you are.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.
“I’m just trying to do my job,” I said.
“Just leave me alone,” she said.
She left me in the cave. I could hear her walking away. I wasn’t sure if she was coming back, but I figured I’d wait for her.
I waited for a while. Then I realized that it was getting cold. The wind was blowing and it was starting to rain. I had to get out of there.
I looked around and saw a torch in the corner. I lit it with my lighter, and then I lit the torch. I took off my clothes and put them on top of the torch.
Then I ran outside and jumped into the river. The current was strong, and I struggled against it. I was trying to swim as fast as I could, but I couldn’t. I was too weak.
The current carried me away.
The End