Don’t sleep on the boats, on the canals. Don’t touch the water if you sleep. Some sounds are quietly waiting, wafting in the breeze of a current, to get into meat. Once in you, you may never get them out, until the last of the air has drifted loose and you can finally be quiet enough to hear with a clarity denied the living.
Don’t sleep on the boats, on the canals.
Don’t sleep on the boats, on the canals.
Perfectly creepy 😛