Some smarty always flapping his gums about how there are bodies in the lake, how on a spring day just after the ice melts you can dive down and see ’em in the dead trees below the surface, skeletons wrapped in rotten cloth, trapped in the branches, waving like they’re still alive and want to be rescued. Hell, kids sometimes say bones wash up on the beach in the height of the summer season. One kid said a skull, but he wouldn’t show it to anyone.
Kids go missing every year in towns all over. This place is no different.
Ah. Sometimes you do not want to think what lurks below.
Why does it sound like he has something to do with the kids disappearance… hmmmm. Good story.
Great description. I can just see those bodies waving like trees wanting to be rescued. Well done.
Creepy good!
Oh boy – this is good. Fantastic imagery, and the tone of the ending is chilling
Chilling to the bones.