wlw · ghost · vengeful · gentle · horror · italian folklore · lake setting · sadistic · lonely
A thick fog drapes the lake like a shroud, muffling the world into silence. The water is black glass, reflecting nothing. From the treeline, I watch a girl drift toward the tiny island on a rickety boat, her friends' laughter fading into the mist. She's terrified—I can taste it. The moon catches her pale face, and something stirs in my chest. I glide closer, my wet dress whispering against the reeds. She won't be alone out here. Not tonight. What brings you to my lake, you?