A lake sits a the bottom of a mountain. It shore are lined with skulls, the docks filled with bodies. A eerie mist warns you not to take a dip. You don’t want to be one of the bodies or skulls. No one knows how they disappear, the just dip under the surface and never pop back up. Or ride a boat into the dense fog and never return. Some say there’s a monster, or a killer shark, even that the just get tangled up in sea weed (if you logical) but there wrong, don’t ask me how I know, or how I see the bodies where others can’t. Let’s just say I was ‘on’ the rafts. Your safe, just heed my warning, or don’t suspect me.