Her Forgotten Ghost: A Lost Lake Short Story

By Jennifer Malone Wright

Sometimes your past is the only thing that can help you move forward.

Tragedy has driven Sasha to the small town of Lost Lake. The place where she spent her childhood summers swimming, soaking up the sun and exploring, was now an escape from reality and the life that had been dealt to her.

Not long after arriving at the lake house, she finds that things don’t seem right. The feeling that she isn’t alone is unshakable and unnerving, not to mention the moved items and doors that seem to open and close themselves.

Sasha begins to think that maybe Lost Lake isn’t the place for her. But then, after an awkward first meeting with the town sheriff she begins to settle in.

Meanwhile, she searches for the reasons behind the strange things happening at the lake house and crosses paths with a friend from the past who helps her discover much more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jennifer Malone Wright
• Release date: Feb 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386658870

Jennifer Malone Wright

Jennifer Malone Wright is best known for her short story series, The Vampire Hunter's Daughter. Other works include the follow up to The Vampire Hunter's Daughter series called The Arcadia Falls Chronicles, Savior (A Higher Collective Novel) and the Graveyard Guardians series. Jennifer also co-authors a series called Once Upon A Zombie Apocalypse. She resides in the beautiful mountains of northern Idaho with her husband and five children where she practices preparing for the zombie apocalypse. Just kidding! But seriously, between the craziness of taking care of her children, Jennifer has little time left for herself. The time she does have left, usually leading far into the night, is spent working on her beloved fiction or chatting with her equally crazy friends. Jennifer also loves coffee, has a passionate affair with red bull, wishes the sushi were better where she lives and dances while she cleans.

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HER FORGOTTEN GHOST

(A LOST LAKE SHORT STORY)

By

Jennifer Malone Wright

Copyright 2018 Jennifer Malone Wright

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HER FORGOTTEN GHOST

The open windows of my little blue sedan let in the fresh scent of nature and the north as I navigated the curving, tree-lined roads that led up into the mountains.

Not much longer and I would finally arrive at the lake house. It had been too long since I’d been at our family’s vacation home. The four-bedroom house sat on the edge of the large, yet isolated, Lost Lake. As a child, we had spent every summer there, as well as the occasional winter.

Now, the place was mine. Well ... it had been mine for about a year, but I hadn’t wanted to admit it until recently.

It was finally time for me to accept the life that was now mine and make the necessary changes.

When I made the turn that would take me into the town of Lost Lake, named for the expanse of water it sat upon, I felt as if a weight had been lifted and I could breathe just a little bit easier.

I slowed as the speed limit lowered to forty-five miles per hour. The driver of a blue pickup waved as they passed.

The action took me by surprise. People didn’t do that where I was from. If anyone acknowledged you, it was to flip you the finger or yell profanity. Otherwise, they mostly ignored you.

I hadn’t been here for so long. I had worried that I wouldn’t remember the way, but once I saw the large stone hotel on the right, everything came back to me. Not that there was that much of the little place to remember. It was so small, the only gas station had pumps that were from the 70’s and from what I could recall, those only worked half the time. Otherwise, you had to travel about twenty minutes away to the upper side of the lake for gas.

Slowing even more, I passed the tavern where I used to get ice cream cones from the walk-up window. The senior center was on the opposite side of the road. It was a small white building with a green roof and a crisp green lawn.

Rounding a curve in the road, trucks with empty boat trailers occupied both sides of the road, lined up with barely any space in between them.

Finally, the lake came into view. It was breathtaking. The water sat calm and still with the mountains rising tall behind it.

The large area where people unloaded their boats into the water used to be dirt, but now it was paved with smooth, black asphalt.

Though things had changed, they hadn’t changed that much. The original buildings were all still in place, with the exception of the small hotel attached to the restaurant that sat on the lake. That was gone, replaced by more of the pavement to allow for a larger parking area.

It was insane how many people were here during the summers. Lost Lake wasn’t a large place by any means, but the parking lot was completely