Knowing what I know now, seeing what I've seen happened to my friends and my brother.

My only wish is that I hadn't listened.

I should have never listened to my little brother when he told me he was trying to kill him.

But I can't unhear what I've heard.

I can't unsee what I've seen.

And now it's just a matter of time before it gets me.

And if you know what's good for you, you'll stop listening to this right now. I shouldn't even be telling this story,

but I'll do my best to keep you, whoever you are, safe. Though I make no guarantees. So please,

stop listening now for your own safety.

It all started on the lake. It was a perfect day for swimming, and my friend John had invited

me and some other people out on his dad's boat. There were five of us, including my little

brother, Seth, who usually loved swimming. It's important

that you understand this about Seth. I'd been taking care of him for most of my life,

because he had Asperger's. But it's not like he was a burden or anything. I mean, he could be

a handful at times, but all my friends knew and liked him. We were a package deal,

and even though he was several years younger than us, he was as much a part of our group as any

other member. Seth had been acting strange all day, but things just got worse when we got out on the

water. John was driving this medium-sized motor

boat while Tiffany and Emily were trying to help me calm Seth down. He kept mumbling something

I couldn't make out. Finally, I asked John to stop the boat. He did, and we floated there on the

greenish water, the summer sun beaming down on us in the open-top

boat. With the motor off, I could finally hear Seth clearly. He was saying, I don't want to go in

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