It was July 12, 1916. Twelve-year-old
Joseph Dunn was running toward Matawan Creek. Behind him were his 14-year-old brother, Michael, and their buddy Jerry. When they reached the dock, Joe jumped into the cool water.
Splash!
What could be better than this?
Joe and Michael lived in New York City, but they often came to Cliffwood, New Jersey. Their aunt lived there. The tiny town wasn’t a fancy place. But to Joe and Michael, Cliffwood was heaven. It was a fun escape from the hot summer in the city. In Cliffwood, they could cool off in the muddy creek.
But that day, their happy swim ended suddenly.
A man appeared on the dock. He was sweaty and out of breath. “There’s a shark in the creek!” he yelled.
A shark? In the creek?
Frantically, Joe swam toward the dock. He felt something grab his leg. It was like a giant pair of scissors.
Crunch.
The water around him turned bright red.
Joseph Dunn had just become a victim in a famous series of shark attacks. By the time the attacks were over, three men and one boy had died.
Joe didn’t know what was happening to him. He had only one thought: He was about to die.