“So you’re the one who’s moving into Tommy’s old house.”
“Hi, my name is Timmy, but my friends call me Tim.”
“Hi, my name is Lorie.”
“Tim, get back here,” said his mom frantically. So he backed away, not losing eye contact with Lorie.
Tim came back the next morning to find Lorie on the bank, now with the same wet clothes on, as if she never left the pond. She was wearing a red flannel shirt and black pants. Tim skipped a rock and tried to make small talk. Lorie asked, “You want to go for a swim?”
Tim said, “Sure.” He took off his shirt and jumped in; the water was dark and cold.
Lorie said, “Follow me.” She dove down really deep. As Tim got to the bottom, he saw a dark shape of a human. He came up for air and said, “I saw something.”
“No you didn’t. Come on,” Lorie said. She went down first, and he followed, and there they were: two bodies. He studied one closely. It was Lorie and a boy beside her. He screamed and swam to the top.
“What was it?” she asked.
“Um…it was a boy and you.”
All the blood drained from Lorie’s face and she clenched her teeth and pounced. She grabbed Tim by the throat and took him down. He tried to push her off, but his hands went straight through her and he died right there at the bottom of the pond.
After a while, Tim’s family moved away. Then Roger’s family moved in, and he also found the pond and the girl, and had the same fate as Tim. So did all the other children that moved into that little farmhouse.