You know those nightmares that stay with you as you grow? The nightmare that inspired this story had that kind of influence on me. I’m not really sure what stimulated this horror. Fear of separation? Strangers? Abandonment? All I know is that I can still see that evil woman when I close my eyes, and it gives me that same knot in my guts to recall my being all alone in that lake.
I have styled the story as a cautionary tale but it begins where my dream began and ends where my dream ends. It was only much more recently in life that I drew any correlations to Greek Myth. Anyway, enough of this Freudian self diagnosis. Enjoy A Halo Too Deep free on Smashwords!