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He fired up the engine, still piecing together the route to the club that morning. Threw it in reverse, backed out of his home spot, and rolled down the main drag, easing up at the roundabout when the light flipped red. Sun was blazing, perfect for a swim—his twice-a-week ritual, no excuses. Light turned green, he glanced down the avenue and hit the gas. Way off in the distance, charcoal clouds loomed over the Aragua foothills, but he didn’t give 'em a second thought. Too far out to matter. He made the turn near the club entrance and pulled up to check in. The guard, sour-faced and twitchy, waved him through once the ID checked out. What threw him off was the empty parking lot—ghost town vibes—but figured it was just the hour. Eleven sharp. No big deal.
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He walked up to the entrance, flashed his ID again at the front doors, and headed straight for the pool. Place was dead. Not even the lifeguard in sight. He shrugged, stripped down, hit the shower, and got ready to dive. A few warm-up hops and the usual stretches to loosen the muscles, then splash—he was in. The guy was stoked, loved having the pool to himself at that hour for two solid reasons: no clueless swimmers drifting into his lane, and the water stayed crystal clear with no one else stirring it up. Freestyle, no breaks, his strokes slapped the surface with purpose, breath after breath falling into rhythm. Thoughts started pouring in like rain: “Hope that trip goes smooth,” he muttered to himself, thinking about next week’s business run out east by road. “Still no deposit,” he grumbled inside, watching the bubbles from his exhale pop quietly beneath the surface.
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On one of his turns, just as he kicked off to keep swimming, a thunderclap cracked in the distance—loud enough to rattle the air—and he figured maybe he'd been too cocky about the weather holding up. Didn’t faze him. Hell, just being in the water made him feel alive. After years of treating his body like junk, it felt like a damn miracle to be moving like this. His kicks were synced with the buzz in his chest, water spraying up like fireworks with every push. Then the sky dimmed, and outta nowhere, he felt watched. In the water. “Come on, that’s nuts,” he told himself, but his heart started thumping harder, like it knew something he didn’t. Around the 1200-meter mark he stopped—totally out of character—just to scan the pool. Five lanes, twenty-five meters. Who the hell—or what—could be lurking in there with him? He chalked it up to paranoia, swept his eyes across the surface, and confirmed he was alone. But the sky had gone full horror-movie gray, and the feeling wouldn’t shake.
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He resumed his strokes without hurry, though startled and gripped by the eerie sense of being watched—despite the confirmed solitude. Two hundred meters later, something brushed his feet. “What the hell...?” He stopped and twisted his body in the water, scanning the empty pool. He dipped his head below the surface and confirmed the same: nothing. “Who the fuck touched me?” he muttered inwardly. He seriously considered getting out, but he still had at least fifteen minutes left in the training. Despite the terror swirling in his mind, he filled himself with resolve. Told himself nothing could happen—he was alone, and his eyes had confirmed it. A flash tore across the sky like a lightning bolt and struck the mountain just behind the club. The thunder told him it was time to leave. As he swam toward the ladder at the edge, something yanked him from below, and the bubbles from his breath beneath the surface turned red. No one could explain, when it hit the papers the next day, how a man had bled out in a swimming pool.
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