She died here because of them now they all will. It’s there fault she gone they did not lison when she told them to stop.They knew she could not swim and yet they did it. Now it they’re trun I don’t listen to the screams they did not listen to her so now I won’t listen. They beg and fight thye cry and apologize but none of that will bring her back. She gone and nothing will bring her back. And now...

There was a boy that moved into this house by a lake he always wanted to go his mom always told him no then why she was sleeping he went to the lake got murdered then thrown in the lake fading behind the fog and darkness at the lake just waiting for someone to climb up the later you never know what waits in the lake....

I stood in my kitchen facing the lake, the weather caused a rather slow start to my day. It was cloudy with little to no sun to been seen. The water was still, not a ripple in sight. My eyes felt heavy, I hadn’t had my morning coffee yet. The jug had finally finished boiling and I made myself a nice hot cup of coffee. “ah”, with each sip I felt the life coming back to me. I wrapped my blanket arou...

It was a cool fall evening, the sun on the horizon, the water rippling, calmly. The couple were sitting far in the distance, on a rocky hillside, near the water. The area was very secluded, nobody was in sight except them. “Honey, look at the light on the boat!” The man grinned, pointing at the light in the distance, hovering over the water. The lady smiled, snugging closer to him. As they stared ...

The night is crisp——perfect weather for something to go wrong. The Lake is a camp for middle schoolers, although the kids who attend would say otherwise. The camp is known for its spooky tales. Many campers suffer from nightmares——well maybe that’s because of the reason they’re there in the first place. Trauma. All the kids have that in common. Most are teens; all the kids that attend have witness...

The crisp autumn breeze blew gently over the eery lake causing small waves to chop against the dock. In the summer, this lake teemed with life. Families constantly swimming, kayaking, and fishing at the popular Appalachian campground. Now, everything has changed. Two nights have passed since the first signs of evil descended this lake. Lynn knew the reason the birds were so quiet, the air foggy an...

Jack didn’t know how the boy got into the lake, but it wasn’t too hard to imagine why.

Usually, it’s the other way around, he thought distantly, watching the flash of blue-red in the distance draw nearer, painting the trees and the cawing sirens effectively repelling most of the birds in the trees.

Usually, it’s not hard to imagine **how **a body got into a lake, it’s harder to imagine **why. ...

I stared down at the water beneath me, my mind wandering to what I knew sat at the bottom of the lake.

The body of my sister.

I didn’t mean to kill her. It really was a simple accident. But she shouldn’t have shouted at me like that, not when I had that rock in my hand.

I swing the rock at her, not just once. I beat her and beat her until she was unrecognizable. She was nothing but a bloody pi...

Bubbles rise up from the dark waters as the heavy body falls into the depths of the lake. I look up into the foggy gray skies. The atmosphere delivers a dreadful gloom, and it has every right to. It wouldn't make sense for there to be sunny, bright blue skies while I watched my best friend drown in the very lake we used to swim in as teenagers.

"That's one heavy son of a bitch", Paulie sighed, t...

THE SOUTH

Accents of red littered the studio. The buttered swipe of colour across the guest’s lips, the plump scatter cushions strategically placed to be in shot, the flashing light of camera four which soon would shine static as the recording began. Hannah glided under the sterile bright lights without an ounce of anxiety. Simon, the BBC’s morning news anchor, shuffled his papers without breaking...