The Lake

Josh had run ahead. The others simply let him. He would rejoin soon enough.

Josh soon found a lake. So many fish! Thought Josh, the 16 year old teenager who liked talking to fish.

“How are you today, Mr. Fish?” Josh asked the fish.

The fish, of course, didn’t respond. But they did run away. Josh was curious, so he looked out to the rest of the lake. There was a massive shadow in the middle! Josh left his things, bar his clothes, on the shore, and leapt into the lake. Josh swam forward to the shadow, not noticing that it seemed to do the same when not in line of sight. Very soon, Josh was above the shadow.

It was the size of a Whale Shark!

But whale’s don’t live in lakes, they live in oceans!

Josh blinked.

Then there was a mighty statue of a massive whale in front of him.

There was no splashes. It just appeared. It had so many teeth. Teeth that seemed to shine unnaturally.

Josh started to backpedal but didn’t get far before blinking.

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Then there stopped being a Josh. Now there was only blood in the water. Not even bones.

Back at the edge of the village, Barbara waited for her brother to come home. It had been 2 days since he was last seen.

“Where are you Josh?” she asked to nobody.

“In the woods, sis.” Came that damned voice from the woods. It was like somebody had taken Josh, and then dragged his voice through the most rough gravel ever.

“Well, FINE! I will come out there and knock some sense into you for tricking me for so long!” she screamed.

“Just meet me by the lake!” yelled the fading voice.

“Fine.” Barbara mumbled.

A few days later there were sightings of statues that looked like the many search parties sent to the lake, down to the smallest detail, if you ignore the inhuman amount of teeth. If you looked closely, you might even see the Lake in their eyes and Rocks in their teeth.

A mile or so away, there was a cliff, one that people like using as a track for dirtbikes and such. But one young man felt pulled towards he edge. Jared was interested. Jared fell.

There is no more Jared.

Just the statue.

This cliff was named, by the locals, ‘Bloodrock’. It was their last attempt at stopping people from going to see it.

To see the pure white rocks, that had been stained a crimson red at the base by the many corpses.

Or the statues.

Other at the lake, people started to call it ‘Stained Lake’, as every morning, after the search parties or someone went missing, it looked to be more made of crimson ruby than a lake.

Some just call it ‘Blood in the water’.

But they are statues now.

Much better. They don’t need to worry about anything other than bringing others into the lake, and then it does the rest.

At first there was a small group of statues. Now there is an army of hundreds.

But you shouldn’t know that.

Join us…

Join us in the water. I promise that its warm. The red is just a trick of the light.