I just returned from vacation at
Deep Creek Lake, the fourth
summer I’ve spent a week there with my daughter, son-in-law, and four
grandsons. It is the perfect vacation for active boys – boating, swimming,
fishing, and hiking. In the evening ghost stories are told around the fire pit while
roasting marshmallows. For the adults the lake is a tranquil retreat from the
pressures of everyday life. A sloping lawn stretches from the house to the
water, sunlight shimmers on the lake surface, and gentle waves lap the rocky
shore. At night the scene is especially beautiful with moonlight on the water
and fireflies twinkling in the trees. Peaceful, relaxing. Surely nothing bad
could ever happen here?
But when you turn to the pages of fiction lakes are anything
but peaceful. They represent mystery and dark secrets from the past. A lake is
where a murderer dumps his victim, where an innocent passer-by sees a body
floating, where a mysterious splash breaks the silence of the night, where
people disappear without trace, where a town’s murky history is submerged. You
won’t think of lakes as just beautiful scenery again after dipping into one of
these tales:
If all these dark deeds have put you off a lake vacation I
suggest you head to the beach. Much safer. Except for the sharks of course!
Rita T.