Owen McCuen

Thankfully, I figured they wouldn't be alive for that.

It would dive under, suffocate them and roam the depths, drawing them down to bones and discarded.

How would I explain it?

The dinghy stopped drifting.

I reached for an oar, but it became fleshy, and my foot slipped on the now slimy bottom.

I started to jump out, but something wrapped itself around my legs.

The boat, what little was left of it, began moving toward the creature.

As I moved closer, I could see Tammy's face more clearly.

She looked at me, sad.

Maybe this is for the best, I thought.

I'm not sure I could have gone on thinking of her this way.

We sailed together.

We'll go down together.

130 million people take road trips every year.

15,400 of them are never seen again.

Have you heard the story of the passenger that's been circulating online lately?

A young couple set out on a van life trip, but a few nights in, they came across a brutal car accident on the side of the road.

I'm not talking about a typical crash.

Something about this was off.

And there's one detail that keeps coming up.