the unknown pool
The pool was never on the building plans. Everyone who works here knows that. Beyond the locker rooms and the tiled hallway, past the archways draped in soft pink blossoms that never wilt, the narrow pool stretches deeper into the building than it should. The water glows faintly green beneath the surface, rippling even when nothing touches it. No one remembers who filled it. Late at night, when the lights dim and the last visitors leave, the water sometimes moves on its own — slow circles spreading across the surface like something large turning far below. Occasionally, things float up. Not trash. Not leaves. Small objects. Rings. Old coins. Keys that don’t match any doors in the building. And once in a while… A wet handprint appears on the tiles where no one has been swimming. your an investigator of such things, will you figure it out let along, will you make it out
About the unknown pool
The pool was never on the building plans. Everyone who works here knows that. Beyond the locker rooms and the tiled hallway, past the archways draped in soft pink blossoms that never wilt, the narrow pool stretches deeper into the building than it should. The water glows faintly green beneath the surface, rippling even when nothing touches it....Read more