I was traveling to Florida for a week. I thought it was to be a good week, but I was wrong. Two days before I was to go back to West Virginia, I went to the beach. The beach has had many shark attacks, and it wasn't very packed with people. I had a terrible fear of sharks. I walked into the water, to the point where the dark green water swallowed my feet. I looked down at my feet as I walked further, whispering to myself, "There aren't gonna be any shark attacks today, don't be afraid.." I went to about knee deep and looked up. Behind a wave I saw a black fin, rising out of the water and back in. I quivered in fear. I looked to my left, and there was a life guard at his post, just standing there. Did he see it? I didn't know. I looked over at people further in the water than I was, and apparently they didn't see it either. I didn't see any red areas in the water, either, so I didn't know if I was imagining things.
Waves splashed onto my swimming trunks. I looked around and noticed a surfer very far off-shore. I thought I should keep an eye on him, in case the shark attacked him. If he got attacked, I'd run to shore as quick as possible. I looked around on the shore and saw a place where you get to rent boogie boards. I thought I might as well, and I got one with a dolphin picture on it. When I got back in the water, I looked over to where the surfer was, but he was nowhere to be found. He was replaced by a splash of dark red. I closed my eyes and shook my head around. When I looked again, there was no surfer, no splash of blood. I looked over to a boy on top of a surf board, not very tall and not exactly short, but with black skin and dark brown hair. He suddenly fell off of his surf board. I watched a little while. He never came up. Then, I felt a sudden brush of skin against my leg. The skin didn't feel like scales. I shook, like a scared kitten on a little piece of cardboard in the middle of the ocean. Abrubtly, I felt sharp teeth, like a steel bear trap, clenching my leg. Something tugged me underwater and started thrashing about. I kicked at it and hit it as hard as I could. I opened my eyes and got a glimpse of the creature. It wasn't a shark. I closed my eyes again quickly and punched it some more. I hit something soft, and it let go.
I used my arm and my other leg to swim to the surface. I could barely see shore. The thing had dragged me to the open ocean. I thought I wouldn't make it. I grabbed the boogie board and swam as much as I could, which wasn't much really, considering I barely still had a leg. The life guard came swimming to take me to shore, and then I was rushed to the hospital. Thats why my leg's all torn up.

The TRUTH about this story

I was really going to Florida for a week, and it really was two days before I came back to West Virginia that I went to the beach. I was really with a friend for the whole week, and he said what I whispered in the story. None of the parts about me getting grabbed by the thing or anything happened, but I did get the boogie board and I did see the shark fin. Everything was normal after the shark fin part. But was it really a shark fin, a figment of my imagination, or something else? I don't know, and this and many other questions go unanswered.