Researcher's Demise

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man who spent his time studying sharks is killed by the very things he was devoted to in life.

Submitted: December 13, 2009

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I’d spent the past 6 months in Alaska, a place most people wouldn’t want to tread. I got pretty used to the cold and the snow. I was way more used to the negative twenty cold than the warm seventy it was in California now. I wanted to go back to Alaska today, instead I had to delay my return trip for another year, had to work among normal people and live the life that most people enjoyed. The only thing that was the same was the fact I could find the same coffee I had drank there. It was expensive but it had twice the caffeine and stayed hotter longer than what most people bought. Heat wasn’t as necessary here as it was in Alaska but still something I considered necessary. Most days I even struggled to remove the jacket I needed to wear in Alaska when I was outside.
I had studied the sharks that survived beneath the ice for the past few months. Not much is known about any artic shark as it is believed that they were supposed to be only warm water creatures before their discovery in the artic. We didn’t have to kill many, that was a relief. We didn’t run into these sharks very often, only once a month on average. We only killed 2 out of the 7 we captured. The rest of them we had set free. We believed it was their mating season because 2 of the ones we caught were pregnant females. Right away they were tagged and placed back in the water. The last thing we wanted to do was hurt any of the sharks that were bearing young. The more of these sharks we had in the artic the more we would be able to catch and tag later, this would let us track the growth of the population.
Today is one of the days that I decided that I would go to a beach common for shark sightings. I was hoping I could spot some of the warm water sharks I wasn’t used to seeing. I even got a pair of swimming trunks so I could spend time in the water so I could maybe get up close to the shark. I knew there was a risk that I could be bitten by the sharks myself and it was a risk I was willing to take. I was so close to sharks in Alaska I didn’t think through the fact that these sharks were three times the size and that attacked people on a regular basis because they looked like their normal food source in this area, especially the surfers.
I spent about an hour on the beach that day. It wasn’t long before the shark showed up. Lifeguards of course sounded the alarm to let people know the sharks were headed this way. I never heard the alarms they used so unlike everyone else I didn’t get out of the water to avoid the attacks. Even if I did want to be in the water with the shark a great white was far from the range that I wanted to be in a shark with. I, of course, was the only one that didn’t get out of the water and was a fatality that could have been avoided. I’d also been the only fatality at this beach in twenty years to a shark attack, something everyone involved had never happened.
Now I spend my life standing on the beach near the lifeguard tower, watching swimmers and looking for those sharks that I didn’t avoid the day I died. I never got to return to Alaska like I had hoped I would. Here was as good as Alaska when it came to sharks, though, better even. There was as many as two a month here. I’d gotten used to it. There was also the little kids I scared, even some adults that could see me standing here but couldn’t touch me. They all knew to listen for any sort of alarms signaling a shark attack so they didn’t join the man who is forced to stand near the guard tower in waiting, forever.


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