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The Siren of Danau Hitam

The lake had always been quiet, too quiet for something that large. Locals called it Danau Hitam, the Black Lake. They said it had no bottom, that it swallowed sound. Ardi never believed in those stories until the night he fell in.

He was fishing alone, the sky heavy with rain. His boat rocked in the middle of the lake, and the water seemed to move with a pulse of its own. Then came the voice. Soft. Beautiful. A woman’s voice humming from beneath the surface. He leaned closer, trying to see where it came from. The next moment, the boat tipped.

Cold. Endless cold. He sank deeper, and through the murk, he saw her. Pale skin, long black hair floating around her face like seaweed. Her eyes glowed faintly green. She smiled, and the water around her shimmered.

“You came to me,” she said, her voice like water slipping through fingers. “You’ve been calling for me without knowing.”

He couldn’t speak. The pressure crushed his chest. He tried to swim up, but she circled him. Her fingers brushed his cheek.

“I can free you,” she whispered. “No pain, no fear. Give me your soul, and you will breathe again.”

Her words echoed in his head. He felt his lungs burn, his body thrash against the darkness. She smiled again, wider this time, revealing teeth that were sharp and black.

“Choose, Ardi.”

He screamed, the bubbles breaking around his face, and everything went black.

They found his boat two days later, empty but dry inside. The villagers said the lake was calm that day, too calm again. At night, people walking near the shore said they heard humming. Some swore they saw a figure beneath the surface, pale and still, her hair flowing in circles.

Sometimes, the water would ripple even when there was no wind. And if you listened closely, you could hear her voice, soft and slow, calling out a name.

Always the same name.

Ardi.

They say she never lets go once you answer her. She waits for you to return, whispering promises of peace, of release, of freedom. But what she takes, she never gives back.

At Danau Hitam, the water does not forgive. It only collects.

Zsolt Zsemba

Zsolt Zsemba has worn many different hats. He has been an entrepreneur, and businessman for over 30 years. Living abroad has given him many amazing experiences in life and also sparked his imagination for writing. After moving to Canada from Hungary at the age of 10 and working in a family business for a large part of his life. The switch from manufacturing to writing came surprisingly easily for him. His passion for writing began at age 12, mostly writing poetry and short stories. In 1999, the chance came to write scripts. Zsolt took some time off from his family business to write in Jakarta Indonesia for MD Entertainment. Having written dozens of soap operas and made for TV movies, in 2003 Zsolt returned to the family business once more. In 2018, he had the chance to head back to Asia once again. He took on the challenge to be the COO for MD Pictures and get back into the entertainment business. The entertainment business opened up the desire to write once more and the words began to flow onto the pages again. He decided to rewrite a book he began years ago. Organ House was reborn and is a fiction suspense novel while Scars is a young adult drama focused on life’s challenges. After the first two books, his desire to write not only became more challenging but enjoyable as well. After having several books completed he was convinced to publish them for your enjoyment. Zsolt does not tend to stay in one specific genre but tends to lean towards strong female leads and horror. Though he also has a few human interest books, he tends to write about whatever brews in his brain for a while.