The Song Of The Lake Dwellers

By Professor Lucius Bloodmoon

"Song of the Lake Dwellers" (approx 20 pages): Plunge into the depths of horror with "Song of the Lake Dwellers," a riveting short horror story that will send shivers down your spine. Join an unsuspecting camper as she sets out for a weekend of relaxation by a serene isolated lake. However, her peaceful escape takes a harrowing turn when she encounters creatures that defy imagination and challenge her very sense of reality. As the lake dwellers' haunting song grows more powerful, she must fight for her very survival–a fight that leads to a surprising self-discovery. Immerse yourself in a tale that explores the darkness and the terrors that lie just beyond the edge of sight.

With its evocative atmosphere and heart-pounding suspense, this tale will captivate and disturb you long after you read the final words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Professor Lucius Bloodmoon
• Release date: Aug 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223137245

Professor Lucius Bloodmoon

Imaginer of slipstream, horror, and more.

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The Song Of The Lake Dwellers

Professor Lucius Bloodmoon

Published by Professor Lucius Bloodmoon, 2023.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE SONG OF THE LAKE DWELLERS

First edition. August 10, 2023.

Copyright © 2023 Professor Lucius Bloodmoon.

Written by Professor Lucius Bloodmoon.

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The Song Of The Lake Dwellers

Jen climbed into her rucksack, locked her car and, after a moment of breathing in the fresh air and appreciating the view of steel blue water glinting in the evening sun, approached the log cabin style store. Car park grit crackled beneath her hiking boots.

Lake Dwellers Supplies. Last Store On The Trail For Fifteen Miles, the hand painted sign over the door declared. 

To the side of the entrance hung another sign: Bait, Supplies, Lake Dwellers Mementoes.

Jen pushed open the door, stepped inside, and a bell on a coil tinkled. She slipped off her rucksack and rested it up against the planked wall. 

The shop attendant emerged from a room at the back, jaw chomping, a half eaten peanut butter and jam sandwich in one hand, a plate in the other. Dark eyes looked Jen up and down from under thick brows and a fawn baseball cap.

‘Help ya?’

‘I’m hoping you’ve got some bread and stuff for a fry up.’

The attendant put sandwich and plate down and wiped her mouth with the