The damned lake (micro story of terror)

Awake disturbed because I did not know if it was a bad dream, or some crunches, which sometimes were heard in different corners. Very often something bothered Victor here and did not allow him to sleep all night without waking up.

He quickly left his bed and realized that he was thirsty. He went quickly down the stairs with creaks, beyond the floor and an empty room to the kitchen, connected to the living room. From the tap, the cold water began to flow rapidly in the glass. It seemed that the faster the vessel filled, the faster the water flowed. Filling the glass to the brim, Victor swallowed all the water and feels the same pleasure everyone knows.

Then he wanted to drink another glass, but was surprised to see that the tap did not obey him. The water did not want to be recruited, and when the cold lever was turned, the crane began to shake nervously, so Victor had no desire to recruit water again.

Moving away from the tap, he looked out the window at the wonderful lake, which was not far from the house. It was so black and so attractive. It was illuminated by a magical full moon, forming a path that leads to impenetrable darkness. But Victor was not attracted to the lake, but something else. A girl about seven years old was sitting with her back to the house on a small wooden pier. He was interested in something, not turning around and changing his position. This time I miss Victor.

What can a little girl do only at night on the dock? - Victor asked himself. "Maybe she's lost?" Maybe I'll go and find the answer to my question. Maybe I need help ...

He quickly put on a tank top with shorts and sandals on his naked body and went outside.

It was a warm July night, a light breeze was blowing, there were almost no stars in the sky. Going out the door, he went to the lake on an uneven road. Approaching the dock, Victor suddenly noticed that the girl had disappeared. Nowhere has it been a trace, anything else that can convey the idea that the girl just got up and went home. But how? She had to go through Victor, she did not go to the lake ...

Oh, what is this? - Victor exclaimed when he reached the edge of the pier, but did not notice how he stepped on something soft with his foot. - It's probably his toy, left. God, why is she so ...

This doll is the most common, reminiscent of a man, a girl. But she was scratched, strong, with her eyes covered. The doll seems familiar to Victor, but he did not give much importance to this. Looking from the lake dock and the account of nothing, Victor wanted to go home and go back to sleep, but he saw a strange phenomenon: somewhere in the middle of the lake, there were visible bubbles, the water was boiling. Our hero is a bit scared, because he remembered the previous one about the idea: "He is not in the lake gone ..."

I have to check, I can not sleep all night, I will suffer! Victor thought, and took a rowboat standing next to him with an oar, he was sent to him and swam to that place.

The closer Victor got to the middle of the lake, the more uncomfortable he became. What does it mean? What is it? What is it? He did not have answers to all these questions. At some point, Victor, approaching the bubbling point, looked to the left and saw something so terrible that it almost fell into the water. Not far from the side were the corpses floating in the lake: men, women, children.

Their faces, looking at the sky, were terribly closed, and some even distorted with a grimace of terror. Victor himself went blank because of this. On the right, too, were the dead. It seemed they were surrounding ...

My God, what is this? Exclaimed Victor. "It is impossible ..."

Very scared by the phenomenon, our hero does not know how to get to that hot spot in the middle of the lake. But now he deeply regretted that curiosity prevailed. In addition, he heard with horror how he heard moans and sighs behind him. The dead came back to life and disturbed the water. He closed his ears and eyes, thinking it was a dream that will rise ...

Why do not I wake up, why? Víctor vomited.
Suddenly everything was silent: moans, sighs, sounds of water. It was like a dream. Victor looked at the bubbling point in front of the water and noticed that nothing was bubbling. Suddenly, from the bottom, the body of the same girl emerged with eyes as black as coal, hands and cakes in white. The girl remained motionless for a moment, like all the dead.

But then Victor saw that his black eyes were moving. A terrible look with Victor's scared look. The girl got up and grabbed her slim, slimy hands inside the boat.

"Hi brother!" - Suddenly she said in her vile voice. "He does not recognize me, have you forgotten me?"
Victor stepped back from the bow of the boat.

This face, these eyes, these black hair ... Lisa? He asked hesitantly. "Are you?" Guessed.

Then, I have not forgotten it! Lisa said, laughing with a poisonous laugh. - Well, how do you live? Is there a feeling of guilt in your soul? "I do not understand ..." Victor began. "Do not you dare lie to me!" - the girl shouted, fighting even louder. "You forgot that day, huh?" Do you remember how we came here over the weekend with my father and my mother? You do not remember? As you are too lazy to go swimming, which for you, however, is not new, because laziness, as you know, was born before you. I agreed with my parents.

It's good if you come in about ten minutes, as you normally do.

But no, you did everything differently! You plugged your ears with these damn headphones, not to hear anyone and nothing around! In the end, he played a cruel joke with you, and you stopped using it.

In this lake there are so many seaweeds that you can clog them up to the knees. And they are ugly, slippery, unpleasant. At first I got confused. Too far from my parents, they had to take me out, but they could not, they got confused and the three of us gradually went to the bottom. And where were you, huh? Lying in the headphones. We called you, dear Victor, but you did not hear us, you betrayed us. You knew about these algae, but you did not care! It's not like that! Victor exclaimed, losing patience. - Is not true! I knew and warned him not to swim far, especially you.

But he swam ... "" Do not blame me or my mother or my dad! "The girl screamed." We need you, you could save us! "It's just your fault ... Yes, son, she's right!" Said a bald man who appeared on the left side of about forty-five. save us! "Could, of course, could!" exclaimed the woman on the right, about thirty-seven years old, with curly hair and a mole on her neck. "But it did not come when we needed it." I regret having raised such a child I'm so sorry! Mom! "Victor shouted," Forgive me ... "These were Victor's last words, and from all sides, the boat began to congregate the dead, and some people crowded around the miserable teenager.

Others shook the boat from the sides in the hope that it would fall in. That's how it all ended: an inverted boat, an impenetrable darkness, a darkening moon, cold water and a group of people dead bodies that drag you to their world. Then they were one s seconds, then everything disappeared.

The darkness gave way to a sharp light. Victor woke up, tied to the bed. Around him were people in white coats and looking at him. "How are you, dear Victor?" Professor Dmitriev asked in a brown suit, smoking a pipe and releasing rings. - You're gone? What the hell? Exclaimed Victor. "Because I am here?" Where is my family? I saw them! Victor, go back to your senses! The professor said in a tone that showed that he had not heard this for the first time.

"You are in a psychiatric clinic." I forget? You were placed here after the death of your relatives. Everyone blamed you, your psyche was broken. When they found you, you were so lost ... Let me go! - Victor cried and began to shake. - They did not take me anywhere! Where are my parents? Where is my sister? We must go swimming, this weather is beautiful! Where are they, where am I ... Victor cried. She remembered that such visions came to her frequently and always, when she woke up, her bed was surrounded by all these people.

And then it's already three years. I wash my hands! Dmitriev whispered in the ear of one of the doctors. - I do not know how to deal with this, it's incurable! It's a shame, give it to me. And the man in white handed the teacher a large syringe with poison.

He would notice, Victor started hysterical and screaming so loud he looked like, he could hear on the street. No, no! Victor fought with hysteria. "Excuse me, dear," sighed the professor, taking the syringe to his throat. "I'm afraid nothing will save you ..."

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