On an old country road, out in the hills, there's a lake.
For generations, fathers have taught their sons to fish there.
Unbeknownst to its visitors, the lake hides a secret in its murky depths.
A horror that has slept since the land was roamed only by the native tribes.
A rowboat glides over the lake's glassy surface, fishing gear in tow.
The sun has not yet risen, but something else stirs at the sound of oars gently drawn through the water.
It opens its eyes, bares its fangs, and rises from the silty bottom.
There'll be no fishing today.
Horrorshow almost 10 years ago
I like this. Put me in mind of the Laird Barron story, "The Redfield Girls".
Brandon Sutton almost 10 years ago
Very scary! I liked the last line, too. Good job!
Frenchie almost 10 years ago
Oh I love the suspense...