He shot toward the surface, lungs screaming. When he finally broke the water, the sun was setting. He scrambled onto the shore, gasping, and looked back at the lake.
The water was a perfect mirror again. He looked at his wrist to check the time, but his waterproof watch had stopped. The hands were frozen at exactly 12:06. La casa in fondo al lago
Luca kicked hard against the glass, the sound of the ticking growing deafening, drowning out the bubbles of his own breath. Just as his vision began to grey at the edges, the glass shattered. He shot toward the surface, lungs screaming
As Luca reached out to touch the glass, a sound vibrated through his chest—a heavy, metallic thump . Then another. The clock was ticking. The water was a perfect mirror again
The water turned from golden green to a bruised purple as he descended. Then, out of the silt, it appeared. The house was perfectly preserved, untouched by rot or currents. It sat on the lake floor as if waiting for a Sunday guest.