The Deepest Part of the Ocean is Not Empty

The deep, dark ocean is a place of madness, a place of horror, and a place of death. No sane person would want to venture into the depths of the ocean, and no sane person would even entertain the idea. And I am no sane person. <br><br> <br><br>I am a deep sea diver, a profession that requires me to risk my life every time I go underwater. I braved the darkest, most terrifying aspects of the ocean. The bottom of the Mariana Trench is the deepest point in the ocean, and also the most feared by divers. The water pressure is so high it would crush a human being instantly, and the darkness is so thick it could pierce your very soul. <br><br> <br><br>But I decided to go there, despite how crazy it was. I spent months researching for this dive, pouring over every last detail, making sure I was as prepared as I could be. But the ocean isn’t just a mindless killer; it’s a clever killer. It knows where it can attack you the most and where it can hurt you the most. <br><br> <br><br>I dived into the water, the *thunk* echoing through my headphones as the weight of the water bore down on me. I felt no fear; I was a seasoned diver, but my senses were on high alert. I looked around me at the dark, dark ocean. <br><br> <br><br>It was a beautiful sight. The blue was so deep and rich, like an exotic jewel. It seemed to glow in the light of my torch, a sight of dazzling beauty. But I knew I couldn’t let myself be distracted. I was here for a reason; to gather some samples of seaweed and water. <br><br> <br><br>I could feel the water pressing down on me. I knew I couldn’t stay down there for long; the water pressure would crush me eventually, and I knew that even though I had the best diving suit money could buy, it could still fail me. But I didn’t feel any fear; my extensive training had given me a level head. <br><br> <br><br>But as I descended, I saw something that made my blood run cold. It was a hand, sticking out of the bottom of the ocean, cold, lifeless fingers brushing against the water. I knew that no human could survive unscathed out here, where the water was so deep it would crush anything that tried to live down here. <br><br> <br><br>I felt my mind reeling as I glanced away, my grip on my sample bag tightening as I descended deeper into the water. What was that hand doing down here, where the water pressure was so high that it would crush anything that tried to survive? I had so many questions, but I knew I couldn’t ask any of them. <br><br> <br><br>I landed on the bottom, and my sample bag dragged along the floor as I walked. It was slow going; not only did the water pressure slow down my movements, but the darkness made it nearly impossible to see anything. Even the light from my torch couldn’t penetrate the thick gloom, and I had to rely on touch alone to feel my way through the darkness. <br><br> <br><br>I got to work immediately, shoving my collection tubes into the ground and filling them with samples. It was a slow, painstaking process, but I had to do it. If I wanted to get promoted, I had to do this. <br><br> <br><br>As I worked, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. I kept looking around, but there was nothing. But I knew that the ocean had a way of playing tricks on you; I knew I couldn’t trust my own mind. I was probably just tired, or my imagination was running away from me. <br><br> <br><br>When I finally finished, I stood up, my sample bag in my hand. It was too small to hold all of my collection tubes, so I had to strap them on with tape, a process that had been so difficult in the water. <br><br> <br><br>I stood up, turned around, and froze. A figure was standing in front of me. Its skin was a deep, deep green, and its eyes were empty holes. It looked emotionless, but its posture seemed to indicate that it was angry. <br><br> <br><br>I felt fear creeping up my spine as it took a step forward. I tried to step back, but it was too slow. The water pressure was slowing me down, and my legs felt heavy and clumsy. <br><br> <br><br>I tried to run, but it was too late. The creature reached out and grabbed me. I tried to struggle, but it was too powerful. It yanked me forward, its grip crushing, and I felt my suit begin to break open. <br><br> <br><br>Water flooded in, and I knew I was going to die. As the water flooded my suit, I felt my organs begin to crush, and I tried to scream, but it was too late. <br><br> <br><br>The last thing I saw was the creature looming over me, its empty eyes boring into my soul. <br><br> <br><br>The next morning, my colleagues found my body. It had somehow washed up on the shore, my diving suit ruined, my organs crushed beyond recognition. My sample bag was missing, and my body was covered in bruises. <br><br> <br><br>I had never been found again after that, and my colleagues never forgot what happened to me. Some say that if you go to the bottom of the ocean, you’ll find me, my body rotting, and my soul trapped forever in the deep, dark ocean. <br><br> <br><br>I am just another victim of the deep, dark ocean, a merciless killer that will stop at nothing until it gets you, a cold, heartless killer that will nothing but destroy you.