She screamed it, don't turn off the light.

Deadly was full on freaking out from the outside of the boat.

Well, on the boat, but on the outside part of the cabin.

The light flickered back on, completely swallowed up by the dark sea all around us.

Someone had clogged the toilet, and instead of fixing it,

we collectively decided to use the bucket with the rope and then just let it into the water. Stuffing the toilet, and instead of fixing it, we collectively decided to use the bucket with the

rope and then just let it into the water, stuffing the toilet paper into the yellow plastic bag

from the grocery store.

We could still get some cell phone signal at that point.

I remember that much.

I looked at it while I was half asleep.

Everything else was still debated by my own stubborn mind. I was trying

hard to make me believe it never actually happened, that I'll wake up and see their dumb

messages again on my phone. My name is Edwin, and here's a scary story.

Eric's dad, the one who owned the boat, had told us that the toilet flush go straight into the water.

Who knows if that was real, but we took his word for it and figured it would be the same thing with the bucket.

We just had to be more careful.

I'd gotten sick almost immediately once we stepped on that thing. The boat, I mean.

Just two pills I think I took.

The natural one first and then the chemical one, because it wasn't working.

I still felt the world twisting and flipping upside down every four seconds.

I was counting. Plus, I couldn't ask my friends to leave

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