The drains at the bottom of swimming pools frighten me. Like many fears born in childhood, this fear is irrational and persistent. In Night Swim, Brooke captures the essence of that fear: the sensation of something ill-intentioned lurking behind the grate, the certainty a hand will grip your ankle, the precarious nature of being an air-breathing creature submerged in water. If Night Swim had stuck to diving into this fear (oh, yes, that pun is intentional!), it would have been a nightmare-inducing addition to the annals of psychological horror. Instead, there is a "twist" at the end for which I could find no foreshadowing, and which detracts from the overall creepy mood of the first half of the story. The story lacks a cohesive internal logic, and then tries to recover from this by having a secondary character explain to the reader what is really going on in the swimming pool. This story has an excellent premise, but ultimately tried to be more clever and shocking than the story could support.