Short Tales of Abominations

Busco

If you go swimming in Fulk Lake, you may have a nagging feeling that an enormous turtle will come to pull you under. For 130 years, the beast has been said to lurk beneath the surface of the 7-acre lake. Alas, it's presence has never been proven. The lake has been drained and still no sign of the beast.

This is because they were looking for the wrong thing. You see, the beast of Busco, or "Oscar" as he has come to be known, has always been thought to be a snapping turtle. This couldn't be farther from the truth.

The true terror was placed there when the lake was dug out. It isn't common knowledge, but Fulk lake is a man-made lake. Dug sometime during the 19th century, while the country lie in turmoil after the bloodiest battle in American history was fought, right on its own soil.

The lake was made with hope in mind. Hope that man could right it's wrongs by conquering nature and sculpting the land as they saw fit. Adding a lake is no great sin, it was the expansion of the town over time.

As populations boomed, nature was cleared time and time again to provide resources for this ever growing species that constantly destroyed it.

Indiana of all places, contained nature's answer to the constant taking of humanity. A place so flat and boring, that soybeans were the only reason to live there for the longest time. Farm plots are the real draw.

This mastery of nature birthed the beast of Busco. The aforementioned creature mistaken for a snapping turtle the size of a car. The truth is far worse.

The Beast is not a turtle, nor any animal perverted by the emptiness returned for nature's gifts. The Beast is, quite simply, a Mouth. A great maw that draws in water, begging for scraps. For seeds of trees or bushes of berries. Something to swallow and regurgitate onto the banks of the lake.

The mouth would swallow you, for it has the mind to. An empty mind that lies dreaming. Dreaming of occupation. Of feeding.

It has one purpose. Best described as recycling, it's most treasured resource is it's creators themselves. The mouth would swallow you... and return you to the dirt.