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John stood still as he saw it happen again. On the surface of the Lake, there was a figure. A figure, trapped behind a barricade, moving round and round, chanting, then it would try to step past it but the barricade didn't let it through. He rose a hand to wipe his eyes but when he looked again, he saw the same thing happen over and over again. He looked around and looked back at the Lake and still saw the exact same thing. He began to laugh. He laughed so hard, the creature got tired of simply ignoring the noise, and looked up to see who the noisy Mortal was.

It watched the Mortal laugh at absolutely nothing and tilted it's head to the side. What madness was this? John looked at him.

"Aha! You must also think I'm mad. I think so too."

"You can see me?" Shock laced his voice.

John stopped laughing and began to shake his head.

"No. No, you're all in my head. This isn't real."

It was the figure's turn to laugh and it laughed with so much gusto