The lake. The lake where my skin crawls and i feel these cold souls lurking round my body constantly haunting me.Is this real? The water luring me in, promising secrets and chills, but delivering only the icy grip of the drowned. Shadows dance beneath the surface, teasing forgotten faces, and the trees surrounding it claw at the sky like skeletal fingers, forever reaching, forever empty.Each ripple whispers a warning, each breeze carries a sigh, and the depths conceal a truth I'm not sure I want to know, yet I'm drawn closer, as if the lake itself is breathing my name.