THE HAVEN OF HORROR: HORROR SHORT STORY, PART I

This story was published by Necrology Shorts in January 2010.

THE HORROR AT LAKE HARMONY

 It was a quiet, lovely June night.  The light of a crescent moon walked across the tranquil surface of the lake as waves lapped its shore.  The air was filled with the smoke of campfires reaching skyward, as the smoke of many ancient fires did so many years ago.  I sat quietly at this place where an unspeakable evil might exist.  It was an evil that I stumbled upon.  Or, maybe I was meant to confront the horror on this peaceful night.  My thoughts led to the ultimate question.  What if evil really exists as a tangible entity, able to be touched and looked in the eye?

Sitting on a picnic bench in camp site 34, with apprehension, I looked toward the lake for any sign of a glow.  My wife, my daughters and I have camped here in the past.  We have a particular fondness for campsite 34, a tree shaded campsite on the shore of the park lake.  Although the tent site was somewhat small and gravelly, we endured the hard ground to enjoy the lake view.

But behind the joy was now a looming fear.

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