The Stone Lake

The calcified corpses stretch up out of the lake, twisted figures forever frozen. Their final moments are preserved, alive in death. I should leave. I shouldn't be here.

A sweet song echoes, bewitchingly beautiful, from.within the lake. Each note is full of loneliness, and misery. It begs me to come, in a language I don't know, but feelings I recognise. It couldn't hurt, could it? I could comfort the singer, just for a while.

I follow it, into the lake. Around me, the figures twitch. One moves, grabs my arm. Black eyes grin, hungry. I won't be leaving. I scream.