The Strange Red Smudge
As Jason circled the submarine, the size of it stunned him. It was almost entirely covered by nature, with vines crawling over its surface, but the eerie silence of the place gnawed at him. Something didn’t feel right. His eyes fixed on a red smudge near one of the hatch doors. His breath hitched. Blood? Or something else? His instincts screamed that he needed to call the police, but a part of him hesitated. What would they say? Would they even believe him?
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Not waiting for confirmation, he snapped a few photos and sent them to the police. The response was immediate—a call telling him to stay put. The officers would be there shortly. But curiosity got the best of him. He knew that, deep down, he needed to know what was inside that submarine.