The Black Lake
by Lindsey D.
At a small pond owned by a wonderful family, you could hear the playful yelps and laughter of the three children. In the spring and summer, the pond was their favorite place to play. In the morning they would play cowboys and Indians. In the afternoon you could swim in the refreshingly cold water. In the evening you could roast marshmallows by a campfire. But in the time after the sunset, the kids scurried home, for when the night falls the pond turns black. The fish turn into monster-like things. Even the geese know to fly away. If you were to take a swim at night, there isn't a doubt you would turn up missing on the news the next day.