'The Lake'. Write a crime, mystery, or horror story about what happened at this location.
In the early morning light the lake seemed entirely harmless, tranquil, almost enticing.
Sally sat down at thr edge of the pier resisting the urge to drop her feet into the cool still water.
Everyone she loved was gone, consumed by the lake. Already the memories seemed impossible to her
She allowed the large hot tears well up and fall silently down her cheeks.
A breeze skirted the surface of th...
I always come to the lake on Saturdays; rain or shine clouds or mist. It was one of the foggy Sarurdays. Normally I would come with my brother or a few friends. This time though I was alone, I spread out a blanket and sat down. I listened to the gentle crash of the waves on the rocky line of the lake’s shore. I watch a boat make choppy waves in its wake. Then I stiffen, one of the men in the boat ...
(Sry this is a poem not a story)
Lakes are peaceful, right?
Well, if you don’t find creatures in sight.
The Loob is something I saw,
And it did something against the law.
Some friends and I were at the lake,
Where we thought nothing was at stake.
We jumped in and started to swim,
Where we couldn’t find Lim.
We thought she jumped out,
And she was up and about.
But we were very wrong,
Because we ...
I sat down on the unsteady edge of the bridge, my feet dangling above the water. No, I was not afraid. I knew one day I’d have to confess. I knew my secrets would come back to haunt me. I tried to drown them, hide them. But they came back out like birds eagerly leaving their nest, looking for food to eat. Now I’m sitting on this bridge, waiting for him to come. It’s been about an hour now, he stil...
16 years ago
“Whoever reads this letter please investigate my death it was not an accident. As I’m writing this I’m sat on the dock at the lake and I know what’s coming. I’m going to be killed.
I haven’t known for long but I’m certain that I’m going to die and it won’t be an accident, I only came down here to clear my head but as soon as I got here I knew something was wrong, I know I should hav...
It’s been 9 year, 10 months, 11 days, and 12 hours since I died.
It seems a bit neurotic for me to have kept up with time after my death. I was typically the girl who never kept track of time. I’d get lost in the neighboring valleys searching for rare herbs or tracking wild game for dinner. Some evenings I’d arrive hours after sunset. I’d enter to my father reprimanding me for not keeping a watch...
On a bright sunny day, a father and mother brought their twin girls to a Lake. The father brought his fishing gear, excitement filled him as he thought about how he’ll teach his little girls how to fish. The two girls ran to the end of the dock together. The only thing telling the two apart was their clothes. One had on a baby pink shirt with a little white bunny on it. The other had a lavender sh...
The late autumn wind whipped my hair as I looked out at the wooden dock in front of me. Although no snow had fallen yet, the air was bitterly cold.
Although surely not as cold as the watery depths where Myra's body had been discovered.
Driving here, I felt extremely conflicted. What was the point, really? Nothing was going to bring her back. Surely, my logical brain knew this. But I had to ...
The year is 1961, an investigation has been placed to examine a horrific incident at Lake Anna. The following is a journal entry from lead investigator, Desmond C. Banks.
March 16th, 1961 2:39pm
It’s been a few weeks since the incident happened here. The investigation (is still) open and I just want it to be done already.
I basically answer the media(s) questions and tell the...