Mermaid Research by Fabian López.
Recovered and translated from his blog nada-que-ver-soy-fabi
23/05/2016
So to start, mermaids are real. They are fucking real.
I keep thinking about what could have interested that creature and the only thing that makes sense it's the music. I left a speaker with music playing and got into the water at the beach. Maybe that's why the thing grabbed me by the ankle. I nearly drowned, took a minute for it to figure I couldn't breathe.
After it left me free I ran away. I can't remember how I got to land again but I do know I took all my things in a rush and ran away. Mother Mother still playing on my phone as I did so.
I'm not sure of what to do. I don't want to stop going to that beach. The only place where I can be completly alone and now there's that thing there. If I go again I can't play music. This is the worst.
01/06/2016
You don't have to tell me I'm an idiot, I know I am. Yes, I didn't last ten days without needing to swim a little. I like water!! I just wanted to be in there to relax after my fucking exams. Shit.
So obviously I get there and I forget about the mermaid thing. I mean, I did look around and then after taking my clothes off I get my phone and press play. Yeah, smart.
So I'm in the water, floating peacefully when I feel something tugging my feet. I didn't even think "oh, it might be that mermaid again". When it grabs me and pulls me underwater it felt just like the first time. But it let me go at the fist sign of me needing to breathe, so that's an improvement. It can learn.
It let me go but kept me close and I'm pretty sure it was smelling me. I couldn't tell because it's nose was flat and I was really not paying atention. After that it left me go and I ran away again. I just wanted to relax and instead I spent the rest of the night wet and looking at the ceiling. I took so many showers after that.
07/07/2016
Yeah...Went to swim again. Mermaid grabbed me and dragged me underwater. Can't say I'm surprised, I knew and I still wanted to swim. I can't stop myself, I get stressed and I get in the water. This time it surprised me a little less. Being dragged underwater isn't the most relaxing thing, but at least it let me go quicker this time. It didn't even need me to start needing to breathe. Smart thing this creature.
I got out of the water a little slower this time and I'm pretty sure that the feeling of being watched wasn't only my imagination. I don't know what that thing wants, but I doubt it'll stop any time soon. And god, I want to swim every now and then, so I guess I won't stop either.
13/07/2016
