"Below him lay bones, pile upon pile of rotten, decomposing remains. Countless skulls stared up in frozen grins, their eyes filled with slime, the water saturated with chalky dust. When he kicked to ascend, a shape detached from the pile - the rotten husk of a man, his fleshy throat wriggling.
Grant scrambled up, horrified, bubbles streaming.
Something locked around his ankle."
THAT MOMENT WHEN YOU DECIDE TO NEVER GO SWIMMING AGAIN.