Siren's Song

They always washed up on the shore.

Every full moon, kids would vanish from the town. Aged 6 -17, they were almost always young, carefree juvenile delinquents, curious little things who just wanted to be free.

But once every month, one family would be one-member short.

They'd brought the policemen when someone noticed the belongings of the missing people - a lock of hair, a doll, a torn piece of underwear, anything.

All covered in the owner's blood.

It was the killer's way of letting the families know that their children were gone forever. That they would never be seen again.

Of course, they involved the police, because that was the only thing the horrified townspeople could do. The police always came, but investigations were carried out and they found nothing. Not a single trace, not a single clue. In the end, the police, obviously out of fear and confusion, used wire netting to seal off that place and labeled it a crime scene, forbidding trespassers from entering.

But the police never came back, and the bloody items kept piling.

Soon it became a religious or supernatural affair: necromancers, priests, prophets, exorcists, and other men in that line would come once in a while, and they would leave with the same verdict:

The place was occupied by a strong, evil entity.

Parents protected their children, measures were put in place, curfews were enforced. But still, some kid would mysteriously venture out of their home every full moon and that would be the last anyone heard of them.

And then there was Victor.

He was a computer geek and a game developer, been though he was still in high school. He had a high IQ, at least that was going well for him. Girls found him unattractive, and he had issues relating to his male peers. All he wanted to do was spend time in his room, designing games, and seeing how far he could get with the language.

So he was shocked when Mark approached him after their Greek Mythology class. Mark, one of the most popular jocks in school. Mark who had maybe a gazillion girls at his beck and call. Mark who'd never even looked at him before.

That Mark.

"Hey, I heard you created video games<"

"Uh.. eh... I... me... I..."
"Chill out man, I just wanted you to help me with something,"

He stopped hyperventilating and his eyes bulged.

"W..with a game?"

"Yeah. I'm trying to add a specific bit of scenery and I need your help with the programming."

"Oh really? What scene?"
"Lake Moor. I'll be needing it tonight"

"What? No way bro. Tonight's a full moon, only an idiot would go there today."

"Bro, the night's the only time we can go without being caught and I need it urgently. Besides," he said, flipping the hem of his shirt to reveal a gun, "I have this, so we're a hundred percent safe on this."

"I'm not us..."

"Come on, Victor," a voice said, and Mark's badass girlfriend Nina walked in and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We'll all go, all three of us. It'll be safe," she said.

It was all a blur when he reached his house that afternoon. He'd agreed almost immediately even though he didn't know how, when, or why he agreed. It was strange, but when he received the text from Mark that evening, he had to go.

He'd managed to leave his house without being seen, and he'd reached the area without being spotted by any one - man or animal.

As soon as he met them just outside the wire netting, his fears returned.

"Guys, this is crazy. I can't fo this. It's... insane. We'll be killed if we enter..."

"Just relax, Vic. Mark's got a gun, and he knows how to use it." Nina said.

He didn't understand how, but he instantly followed them.

"Soon, they were walking at the lakeside, Mark asking questions and Victor replying. He still felt uneasy and asked that they all left, but whenever Nina talked, he'd calm down immediately.

"They were about leaving when Nina suddenly asked Mark "what do we leave behind?"

Victor was confused. "Huh?@

"Maybe his head this time. He was a brainy one."

He was too slow. Just as what they were talking about dawned on him, the whole world began to spin, as everything became blurry. For a second his vision focuses, and he could see the rest of his body crumpled on the ground,

His head was flying, having been severed from the rest of his body in an instant.

As he asked himself why he went there, feeling the blood pouring out of his neck and knowing death had its cold hands on his head, he remembered what he'd been taught that afternoon during the Greek Mythology class.

About the Siren's song.

The soothing sound of Nina's voice that had lured him to his doom.