A strange, long and low humming sound fills up your ears. It takes you a moment to realize it’s coming from the fish. Sparky’s mouth opens, and strange words burble forth. Words that feel like they’re wrapped in seaweed and salt. “Found that one… …at the bottom of..a… …pond. It was…hiding… …in…the..murky.. …depths. Rocks were… …piled on…top of…it. Someone had… …hidden…it. Thrown it…in…and…buried…it.” A squelchy, hissing sound comes from Sparky’s mouth. “Sini…is…ter,” he hisses. A chill runs down your spine. “Do you…still…want…it?” |