I never believed the old sailor tales about merfolk... until their song called my name from the fog-shrouded shores of Maine. What begins as a haunting melody on a lonely beach spirals into a nightmare of hypnotic eyes, cursed gifts, and razor-sharp teeth. There are five unbreakable rules to survive them: Never approach the water after sunset. Never make eye contact. Never accept their gifts. Never speak to them. If they touch you... fight with iron—or lose everything. If you've ever felt drawn to the ocean at night, this story will make you think twice. Headphones recommended. Lights off— the next whisper from the waves could be yours.