The Haunted Awful Lake

The sky was a still, dense gray, and it always seemed too quiet out there. Nothing lived in those waters. Well, almost nothing. It was a continuous struggle to pull the boat through the thick brack, but the closer we got to the little island in the middle, the more anxious we grew to get out of that boat, that haunted, awful lake.
~My Bodyguard, My Love – MEOWING ON THE ANSWERING MACHINE

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