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House Across The Lake 4
By Paul G Jutras
The passengers in a wooden side panel station wagon could see the house
by the lake sticking out from behind the tree tops. Jason stared nervously.
When he moved away from his old school, his friends joked about his
name and the fact so many murders happened by the summer camp across
the lake.
"Have you heard the stories?" Jason asked his parents. "The camp across
the lake was forced to close due to the number of deaths that happened."
"Just stories," his mother, Ann said. "You can't believe everything you
read or are told. I think we'll be able to see the old camp from the second
floor."
Once inside the house, Jason felt a prickle on the back on his neck. The
hairs on his arm stood up on end as a hollow feeling developed in his
stomach. The place was old and one wondered how it managed to remain
so charming.
Taking his suitcase, Jason went upstairs to put his things away. He looked
in one empty room after another, until he saw just the one he wanted. He
put his suction cup basketball hoop over the inside of the door and threw
the case on top of the dust-covered bed.
As Jason turned with a bunch of shirts and started to carry them to the
closet, he saw a little eight year old girl walking past his doorway. "What
the?"
He ran out into the hall and gasped in surprise. It was completely empty
with no sign of where she could have gone.
"Pull yourself together," Jason whispered to himself. "There has to be an
explanation. Like listening to those kids' lake tales one too many times."
That's when he heard footsteps running along the floorboard in the attic.
Climbing up into the attic, he took one step at a time. "Mom, Mom are you there?" Jason asked as the old house seemed to be watching him.
In the corner of the attic was a doll house, which looked exactly like the
one he was now living in. Inside were three dolls. A father. A mother. A
little girl. Jason then felt a tingling sensation between his shoulder blades.
"Some old Christmas wrappings." Jason said as he read a label. TO
LESLEY FROM MOM.
"I wonder if she could have been one of the campers or the daughter of the
camp owners." Jason thought as he looked back to the attic door. A little
girl, pale to the point of being transparent stood before him.
Before Jason knew what was going on, he found himself racing past the
little girl. He ran downstairs and out of the house as fast as his legs would
take him. Getting a stitch in his side, he bent down and grabbed his knees
while panting.
The wind started to pick up in his face.
"I'll find out who she is later," Jason said, going over to an old swing set
while the girl, whose name was Lesley, stared down from the attic
window. Lesley was dressed in a gray satin dress, suntan nylons and a
pair of Mary Jane shoes and was putting on her lipstick with a mirror held
by purple finger nails.
After a game of baseball with his father, Jack, Jason went back up to his
room. He reached for a model plane on his dresser when he notice his nails
were polished purple. He jerked back and saw his hand was normal and
the nails unpolished.
"This is getting spooky." Jason's foot bumped the solid block under his
bed and found a hidden drawer. Inside was what appeared to be some kind
of diary. Jason picked it up and started to flip through it.
JUNE 12TH
The girls walked through the woods. Reaching the cabin, they noticed the
light inside was moving about. The cheers of the crowd inside made Amy
sure she had the right place.
"Oh, man." Complained a new boy in the cabin. He set his cards aside and
looked over from his bed. "What do you girls want here?"
"To beat you at your own game." Amy smirked. "Go ahead and shuffle."
"Knew it." He grumbled as he dealt her in. When the game was down to
just the two of them, he looked up and smiled. "I tell you what. Loser
jumps into the lake after the game...naked."
Before anyone could say anything, Amy spoke up. "Hope you like your
baths cold. A royal flush!"
"Real impressive." Steve joked.
Everyone soon went down to the docks where Jason began unzipping. Just
as he was ready to step off into the water, he spun around and grabbed
Amy's arm. He then stepped backwards and pulled her in with him.
The two started laughing as she stripped off her own clothes to join him in
a little kissing and skinny dipping. The cold lake water aroused Amy's
nipples and proved her to be more of a girl than her friends first thought.
"C'mon you two," Lesley said. "If you two get caught out there like that
you'll be booted out before camp even begins. Besides, we have to get to
the campfire. Maybe we can learn the secret of that house."
"Probably nothing to learn about the house, but best keep this anyway."
Jason thought as he put the book in his nightstand for future reading.
After he finished unpacking, he got ready to turn in early.
A cold wind caused him to shiver late that evening. Getting out of bed to
get another blanket from the closet, he saw lights moving in the woods. It
looked like people with torch lights. Ducking their heads, the girls tried
to keep the low branches from smacking them the face.
Finally they seemed to gather about a camp fire. The groups were sitting in
a circle on logs, separated by their counselors. The campers started off
with a camp song - "Michael Row Your Boat Ashore."
"Mom! Dad!" Jason cried out as he watched his parents come rushing into
his bedroom. They saw Jason staring out the window to the camp across
the lake. The silence was broken with the chirping of crickets.
Jason just kept staring with his eyes darting from one end of the lake to the
other. The lights had all gone out and there was no sign of movement. "Do
you know if the camp is really closed? I just saw some campers at some
sort of camp fire."
"It was just a nightmare." Ann assured him as she kissed and tucked him
back in. "Too many stories and being nervous about moving into a new
home. Everything will look brighter in the morning."
As his parents walked off, he could swear that he could smell roasted
marshmallows.
"Ghosts?" Jason thought as he saw the rocking chair in the corner of his
room start rocking by itself. He shivered despite the extra blanket. He
listened to the house's pipes, and creaking boards, unable to sleep.
He reached into the drawer and pulled out the diary.
JUNE 12 - EVENING.
"The first counselor to go near that house was never the same again," John
went on. "He was hiking by himself when he found himself near the
house. When the camp employees found him the next morning, he couldn't
even speak."
"How did he die?" a kid named Jason had asked.
"That's the mysterious part." John said. "Nobody knows if he died or not.
When the nurse when to examine his body... it was missing."
"Yeah, right," muttered Lesley.
"How do you know this?" Ann asked.
"The counselor who vanished," John said, and then paused. His skin
started to melt off his face. "Was me."
Ann jumped up from the log - and backed away from John.
Everyone laughed.
"Even one of the kids in this diary has the same name as me." Jason
shivered more as he laid in the pitch blackness that surrounded his bed.
More tiny footsteps were heard walking about out in the hall.
The next morning, Jason got out of bed and went to the bathroom. As he
reached to fill the sink with water, he noticed the purple polish had
returned to his fingers. As he looked in the mirror, a beautiful blonde
haired girl was staring back in a red sun dress, white hose and black shoes.
When he looked down, he realized it was more than just a reflection.
"Jason, you in there?" His father asked as he barged in. Jason quickly pulled the shower curtain off the railing and covered himself with it.
"What are you doing?" His dad asked.
When Jason looked down, he saw he was only wearing his stripe pajamas
under the curtain. "I don't feel well." Was all he said as he went back to his
room and the diary.
JUNE 13
The next day at the lake shore, Lesley stared at the house across the lake.
She was impressed with the great joke that counselor John and the others
played on her. She didn't see the shadows of one of the camp's lifeguards
fall over her. "In the water, kid."
"Here I go." Lesley said as she jumped off the dock and swam through the
dark water. It didn't take long for goosebumps to appear on her arms. She
felt the familiar feeling of being watched as she moved away from the
shore. She had to remind herself that the near-drowning was all part of the
joke. The picture of the lifeguard pulling the camper from the lake filled
my head. I remembered John's face melting and how scared I felt. More
scared than I ever had in my life.
"Could John have gotten this lake any more frigid?" Jason joked. He
looked around only to see Lesley way out in the middle of the lake. She
didn't have any idea just how far out I--she had gone.
Steve peered behind me.
A green slime was oozing on the surface of the lake, and started to come
up behind me. Doing the back float, it was about to take me unaware.
"Hey!" Steve cried out as he tried to stay afloat and pointed at the slime at
the same time. His voice echoed in my ears. As Steve got my attention, I
sat up and glanced over my shoulder. Panicking, I tried to swim for the
dock. Not knowing what it was, I could only think of getting away from it.
Each time I opened my mouth to scream, I swallowed water. My blurry
vision saw Steve heading toward me.
"What, what's going on?" Lesley gasped for air.
"Swim," Steve cried, trying to reach me.
"I can't believe this is happening."
"C- C- Cold." Lesley said, feeling the green slime sticking to
her--my--feet. It felt like the bottom of her bare feet was becoming hard
plastic. Just when she started to go under, she spotted Ann up on the dock.
"Got you!" Ann said, dropping to her knees and reaching an arm out to me.
She had finished climbing on the dock and Lesley felt herself being pulled
free of the slime. When she looked back she saw the slime was retreating
in the direction of the house.
"No way," Lesley said with a look of fear in her (my) eyes.
"Check it out." Steve said, climbing ashore. He jogged along the beach and
over to us. "It's heading toward that old house."
"Weird." a camper named Susan muttered. "This can't be another camp
tradition, can it? Part of another practical joke?"
"Perhaps there is a mystery to be solved after all," Lesley said. "I think
we'd better change and get over to that house."
"Count... me .. out." Susan suddenly spoke as if she was in a trance. I
heard a hum that sounded like a beehive, but couldn't see one in the nearby
trees. "I...have...better. .things...to...do."
When Ann and Lesley returned to their cabin, they really wondered if the
lake was a joke; for their cabin had been toilet papered like some sick
Halloween practical joke. It wasn't even the right time of year for such a
prank.
"There has to be more to this place and the camp than pranks," Jason
thought as a ghostly voice from a little girl broke the silence of a house
that stood like a tombstone over a grave. "I'll get you Jason. You will be
mine."
That's when Jason felt a cold wind pass through his entire body. Jason's
head and limbs jerked about like a puppet on strings. As Jason was moved
before the mirror in his room, it wasn't his face that he saw staring back.
"Hi Jason," he heard a little girl's voice come out of his mouth. "My name
is Lesley. I died in this house a long time ago."
That was when Jason had realized it. He had been possessed.
"Please." Jason said. "Let me go."
"My name is Lesley," the unfamiliar voice repeated itself. He found his
new female body moving up to the attic. "I am one of the ghosts in the
house. Just be glad I got to your before John or Mary. Listen to my tale."
"Terrified, he was taken to a pile of junk. The photo album beside it was
picked up and opened to the first page. Under a picture of the summer
camp were the words: CAMP THUNDERCRACK'S SUMMER CAMP
FOR GIRLS.
"What the?" Jason muttered as Lesley turned his body around to face a
large, transparent man.
"I see you found out about the best part of my campfire tales," John said,
giving one of his weird smiles as he reached up to his neck. He then saw
Jason, or Lesley, shiver with her female shoes rooted in place. In Lesley's
body, Jason found himself wearing the camp uniform.
Lesley and Jason just stared in horror as Counselor John grabbed hold of
Lesley's neck; which had become flesh so long as she was in Jason. They
both felt their vocal cords being squeezed by John's strength.
The room filled with a silvery, blue light as Lesley, gave Jason the power
to break free of John's grip. The light seemed to come from Lesley's form
as it drove John into the attic closet. In a strange swirling cloud, his body
vanished.
Another smoke came together and formed a new image, the image of
counselor Mary. Jason managed to break the frozen hold that Lesley had
placed his body in and let out a scream.
"That's Mary," Lesley told Jason as she picked up a brush and threw it at
her. It skittered across the wooden floor and stirred up the fine layer of
dust that covered the area they stood on.
Jason's head was too rattled to think straight. It was like he was stuck in
the Twilight Zone or something. Jason could see the sadness in her pale,
hollow eyes. His heart was pounding as he shuddered in fear.
"You have sent the evil John to the other side," Mary said as her skull-like
face took on the features of a lovely young lady. "We are all finally free of
the house's curse, though Lesley needs to stay and guard the gate so that
John never returns."
"Wha-- what does that mean?" Jason's mind asked Lesley's.
"I'm afraid it means we'll be partners from here on." Lesley made him
smile. "Don't worry. With my help, you'll get use to being female. The
others have already summoned up the last of their powers to make your
parents forget you were ever Jason. They'll think you were always born
Lesley."
With that, Jason found himself stripping out of the uniform, putting on a
night gown and going to bed. "I'll finally be able to grow up into
womanhood."
THE END
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