Oh What A Summer It Was

The Lake

Ah, summer—a time for ice cream, pools, and good friends. At least, that’s what it’s supposed to be. But this summer, the ice cream melted, the pool was red, and all my friends were dead.

I was always the weird kid, the one who sat at the back of the class and didn’t talk to anyone. Everyone seemed cool with that, until David Schumer took an interest in me. A little too much interest, and a little too fast. Looking back, I should have been suspicious from the start. Yet, like every horror cliché ever, when David invited me to hang out with him and his buddies at his lake house, I said yes. I guess it was because he was cute. I might as well have signed my own death certificate right then and there.

When Rachel died, I was just as surprised as everyone else when we found her. Everyone knows the blonde goes first in these stories, but still—hanging from the ceiling fan, choking on celery? What a way to go!

After that, David and Emily were found dead together, having done something I shouldn’t mention (because apparently, I can talk about murder, but not about ***). With each passing moment, the rest of them seemed to drop faster, and they all avoided each other as if that would save them.

Poor Suzie never saw it coming, and Jack didn’t stand a chance. They just kept dropping like flies, and I could hear their screams echoing through the night. Their faces still haunt me as they died, twisted in terror.

I suppose I should explain. My name’s Jason, and that was the summer I killed my friends.