Dear Possible Reader's,
The continued ghost/mystery story ready to share.
Follow the ongoing story of “Cranberry Lake.”
I hope you enjoy.....
We paddled back to the camps dock, I helped Aiden off the boat, as I tied it off. We looked up to see that Tatum and Dad was coming to shore. Tatum was holding a large fish up, showing off her new prized catch.
“Wow!” I screamed across the lake. “What a catch.”
We waited for them, as they reached the dock. I reached over grabbing the rope tying them off next to the paddle boat.
Tatum jumped onto the dock leaping in excitement.
“She did it all by herself.” James smiled as the proud father.
“Amazing, I know what we are cooking for supper tonight. Aiden and I was just about to make a cake for dessert. I was thinking we could eat on the dock tonight and watch the fire flies.” I told them as I laid the path back to the camp.
“About supper.” James paused. “The strange man, that stopped by earlier today.” He paused once again waiting for his wife's shrill response. “He helped us bring the big fish in, so we invited him for supper.” He smirked.
“You guys go ahead and see if you can find the cake mix that we brought.” She scurried them towards the camp.
They watched the kids run up the decks side, as I turned to him with a disgusted look.
“Are you serious? That creepy man? I don't want him near our children!” She crossed her arms in disgust.
James tugged her arms from its strong hold grasping onto her hands.
“Listen, I know he is weird, but the guy let us use his net. So I offered for him to enjoy the fish with us.” He looked at her trying to calm her mood. “I know this is crazy but, I am sure he is fine, he will only be here for a little while, I promise.” He told her.
“Fine!” I continued up the dock towards the camp.
I reached the door and opened to find the kids searching through the cupboards and bags.
“We can't find it.” Tatum screamed.
“Why don't you help your dad get the fish ready for supper, while I put the rest of the stuff away and get everything ready.” I smiled as I pushed them out the door towards James.
I walked through the kitchen, putting the groceries away in the cupboards. After I finished the kitchen tasks, I moved towards the kids rooms, and finished unpacking their bags. I smile as I placed Tatum's teddy on her pillow, as I moved towards Aiden's room. I opened his bag to see that he packed all of his small trucks into his blanket. I placed the trucks onto the shelves and tugged his blanket into his sheets.
I brisked down the long hallway to toss our bags, figuring that I would unpack them later. Walking down the hall, I felt a strong breeze hit my cheek, as it seemed the breeze drifted on my left side. I stopped and looked around, as I placed my hands around the windows, to see where the breeze was coming from.
“Huh, thank god, it's summer.” I smiled.
When I walked into our room, I was taken back from the space and the wonderful style. A large fire place on the far wall, with a picture window with a reading seat next to it. I closed my eyes for a brief moment picturing myself sitting in the window reading a good romance by the fire. Before I had a chance to open my eyes, I felt the same cool breeze in my face.
I opened to see that the curtain around the window was fluttering in the air. I quickly went over to close the window to only find that the window was closed.
“Huh.” I pushed our luggage towards the bathroom.
I tossed my beauty bag and toothbrushes next to the sink and quickly jumped back to see a large spider in the sink. I let out a large scream, as I stopped to exam the large beast that chose to stay with us on vacation. I turned on the faucet in hopes that the beast would wash down the drain. The spider finally let go, as I could hear a giggle in the hallway.
“Tatum, Aiden!” I walked out of the bathroom. “Did you help dad with the fish?”
I walked out of the bedroom to find that no one was there. I walked up the hallway expecting them to jump out at me any moment. I looked in their rooms to find nothing but emptiness.
I moved back down towards our room as something told me to turn around. I looked behind me to see a image of a young girl, she was wearing a long white sun dress, her face was faded and I could barley make out her expression. The hair stood straight up on my arms as I couldn't help my self but walk towards her. The closer I got to the ghost figure, my body grew weak, feeling the strong pull of the lonely soul. I started to feel tired and weak as I sat on the floor against the wall watching the young child sleek towards me.
I held still as her face grew clear to me. I wanted to talk, I wanted to run, but my body had another idea. I stood still as a statue as the cold sensation reached deep through to my bones.
“Shhhhh, I will show you.” The small voice whispered in my ear.
My face shunned cold as her ice fingers pushed my eyes shut. I shook in fear, not being able to run from the strong innocent pull that was in front of me.
“Watch.” The young girl whispered.
Visions appeared to me, while I tried to force my eyes open.
I could see a family fishing along the lake. The young girl wearing the long white sundress, her mother sitting on the rocks behind wearing a long yellow skirt with a white turtle neck, sitting and watching her family fish off the shore. A young boy holding a small fishing pole in one hand and in the other a wicker basket tucking away his many rocks that he found near the shore. Behind him, a tall man dressed in cargo shorts and a white crew top, helping him wheel in his line. The family of four seemed happy and content, enjoying the beautiful summer day by the shore.
I watched the family all look up towards the lake, as they watched a strange man row his canoe towards them. Just then, the small boy's fishing line caught the day's catch as he excitedly dropped his basket and wheeled in his line as fast as he could. The strange man rowed closer pulling out his fishing net.
“I will get that for you.” The strange man looked up at him.
I began to shake in fear as the familiar face appeared in my vision.
“No! Please don't, I want my son to pull in his very first. But Thank you!” The father told him with a stern look.
The strange boater got the hint as his canoe floated closer to shore.
“I'm sorry!” The man pushed his boat to the shore.
He stood back watching the family pull in the large catch of the day, drawn to their excitement. They pulled the fish to the shore picking it up, holding high with the line still attached.
“What do we do with it now?” The mother walked towards the catch.
“Let me help, I will show you how to get it off the line and gut it.” The strange man jumped off his boat pulling a knife from his pocket.
They all stood back as, the man pulled the hook from the fish's mouth. Then he tossed it on the beach striking the head with his knife.
“Why did you do that?” The young girl questioned.
“You don't want your dinner to suffer. Do you?” He answered back with a gentle smile.
“Do you know how to gut it.” The father asked.
“Of course, let me show you,” he paused. “let's take the fish over here so the young eyes are unable too see.”
“Of course.” The father walked with the man as he showed him how to prepare the fish.
“Why don't you come back to the camp and have dinner with us, to celebrate our catch.” The father walked with him back towards his family.
“That is mighty nice of you.” The man joined them all as they walked towards the camp.
I began to shake in coldness as, the young girl vivid hand cupped my cheek.
Images began to shutter through my mind, all I could see is man made stick figures mounted in the lands by the lake, wearing the families clothes with a wicker basket held up by a stick man's figure by the shore.
The coldness lifted and gave my strength back as I reached for air. I laid along the floor of the hallway. Looking towards the glass window. Thinking that this vacation is just what I needed, when I saw written in the fog of the window.
I laid on the floor trying to catch my breath,as I pulled my long yellow dress from under my feet so I could pull myself up from the floor, only to hear a knock at the door.
Many mysteries may follow.....
I have to tell you all, last summer we stayed at a camp on a local lake, although a site near, has always intrigued me in writing a story along this path. The camp that we stayed at, really grew this story into a storyteller's path. I told this story at a camp around a campfire. I think of this story often, wanting to grow it into a fictional mystery novel. I might soon, or far in the future. Until then I will share our campfire story near the lake that holds many mysteries along the shores.
Although I have to say my mind is stuck in the science fiction ways. “What would Stephen King, with his dark thriller ways or Sarah Graves with her mysterious cover turn this story into.
We are all Maine Author's, this story could be a mysterious thriller if we all teamed up. For I know they have recognized the location that I am storytelling about.....
A mystery shall it be and a short story that I may tell.
Hope you all enjoyed.