My name is Wailson, I am a police officer, recently I received a case to solve. The lake in the town has people often missing there in recent weeks, my task is to investigate what’s happening. Unfortunately, I’ve been unable to found any witnesses or clues. The deadline was today, and I still haven’t got any information, therefore I will dive the lake myself. The surface of the lake seems unbeliev...

A black mirror under a bruised sky, its surface rippling gently against the creaking old pier. Lake Constance. A beauty spot, it’s true, but out of the height of the season it could be a lonely, empty place. The huge expanse of ice cold water caused a cold micro-climate all of its own so that even on the warmest days, it was always chilly. Detective Neil Hodge hardly noticed as he stood at the edg...

Me and James were camping near a lake. It was our first night there. Everything was going good. Until, I woke up in the middle of the night. I looked to my side. James wasn’t there. I assumed he walked away to go to the bathroom. I went back to sleep.

I woke up after a few hours at the crack of dawn. I looked to my side again, James wasn’t there. I began to worry. I started searching the woods. My...

I cried as the police questioned me about what I saw at the lake.

I’m glad I took acting classes and learned to cry on command.

(I know this isn’t a very good two sentence horror since it’s my first one, but I tried 🥲.

Do what you want with the information from the story.)...

The lake. It’s my town’s go-to hang-out spot. It's the place where many people make their happiest memories, but for me, it’s the place that holds my worst memories. Every time one of my friends asks me if I want to go to the lake, it brings back the haunting memories of that night.

I mean I never meant to kill Bailey, and ever since, I’ve felt horrible. She was my best friend.

What makes this ...

The dock was battered from years of neglect, splintered and creaky. I walk cat like towards the water to avoid getting pierced by the frayed wood. I look down at the murky slate colored water mirroring the gloom brought on by tonight’s storm. I look at the trees and the mountains. Such a quiet and serene setting with the wind playing its symphony.

I look back down at the water. It’s not clear en...

_ “There’s a lot of stories about that old lake, but there’s only one that I know is true.” _

The girl giggled as she ran down the lane after her brother. Caught up in their game, the two didn’t realize where they were until a bird hooted. Pausing to catch her breath, the girl looked around.

“BRYAN!”

Her scream filled the air, and her older brother came running. Scanning to se...

The lake is the last thing many people saw before they died… before they were drowned and forced to give up there life for another’s enjoyment. They weren’t allowed to choose their fate, no. Their fate was in another’s hands without their consent. They were hopeful to live a long and joyful life, just so it can be ended without another glance… Did they want this? Of course not. They didn’t want to...

“Time to wake up, son. We’re here,” my father said as he wrestled the rusty shifter into the faded red P.

With my eyes still closed, I stretched my arms, half expecting to accidentally hit him in the face, but he was already gone.

“Hey!” I called, rushing to catch up with him. I jumped down to the soft earth of the lakeshore, cushioning my landing just enough to keep me upright. My legs were tin...

she went to the edge of the dock

at lake champlain

i stayed back

about fifty feet away

and

watched as the wind

blew her blonde hair,

dirty blonde,

into her face

and she put her hood up

from her grey sweatshirt

and i watched her grey sweatshirt

wrinkle back and forth

back and forth

and she stared out at the water

and the wind picked up

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