When I was a kid, my dad used to take us fishing. It was our job to kill and gut the fish…which is probably why he took us.
Once, I heard a fish scream.
I have a very clear memory of this, and it wasn’t a dream. It was rather like the dark flip side of the fairy tale where the fisherman hooks the fish, and as he lands it it says “Please let me go and I’ll grant you three wishes.” This one, however, screamed. It wasn’t a loud scream, but it was definitely some kind of scream, a noise fish just don’t make. I dropped it in horror and started to cry, and when my dad came over he told me to stop being silly. No one believed me.
But I did hear it. I can hear it now.