October 31, 1908: He woke up with a start when Boomer let out a howl. “Darn,” he thought, “I must have fallen asleep.” He looked around and saw the sun starting to set. He scratched his chin wondering what would have made him sleep the day away like that. As he sat, bewildered, he noticed his fishing pole, next to him, hadn’t been used at all. Just then, Boomer sprang to the other side of the boat and let out another long howl. “What is with you, dog?” he snapped, but Boomer didn’t stop. Boomer started clawing at the wood on the side of the boat. Confused by these strange actions, the man peered over the edge of the boat.
In the water, just below the surface, was a woman’s face staring up at him. Her beauty startled him. So enthralled was he, that it took longer than it should have for him to realize that she seemed in no distress being under water. The soothing sound of the rippling water had lulled him into a false sense of contentment. As he reached down to the woman, hoping to help her out, the water sprang up and surrounded him pulling him into a pool of darkness. He was gone before he had any thought of saving himself. Boomer sat at the edge of the boat growling at the water demon that had emerged from the deep. The hypnotic face in the water grinned knowing her secret was still safe.
“I’ll take it!” the man exclaimed to the Land Agent. He turned and removed his bowler hat to hide the smile that wanted to escape. He had just made a corker of a deal for the cabin at the lake. He knew he would be happy here—living with nature and so close to the fishing. He had heard the lake whispering his name the first time he saw it. Yep, there was something about the lake that kept calling him back….
Publisher’s Note: The skeleton of the story was taken from Ghost Stories 5 and rewritten.