When I was little, my mom used to take me to this lake. We had a little boat and it wasn't unusual for us to take our dog and let him swim while I splashed in the shallows. Mom usually sat on the back of the boat and held my hands to keep me from falling into the water if I lost my balance. All in all, it was the best way for a three or four year old to enjoy the summer.

I can't remember all of the trips we ever made to the lake, but I do remember this one time. We had decided to stay later than normal so I could catch my first fireflies. I was still splashing about in the water while Sprocket, our dog, was swimming not to far from us. As the sun started setting, a man came by to do a bit of night fishing. My mom, being the friendly person she was and the fact she knew the man, gave him a friendly wave and they started chatting. The whole while, I was watching my feet as I splashed and giggled.

Suddenly, Sprocket stopped swimming, having come closer to us so he was about chest deep in water. I should tell you that this dog was a Newfoundland. Not exactly a small dog, so you can tell he was still a bit of a distance from us. We could hear him growling at something and all three of us looked over to see just what might've been bothering him. Mom and the man didn't seem to notice anything, but I could clearly see a lady about the same age and height as my mom. She was about waist deep in water and looked like she had spent the day swimming. I couldn't see her eyes as they were hidden under her hair, but I did see a smile on her face as she waved to me, looking as though she was inviting me to swim with her. I had waved excitedly and pulled on my mom's hand, telling her the lady wanted us to go out to her.

Now, I don't know what the man did, but Mom picked me up so fast I thought my head would fall back and she screamed to Sprocket, calling him so we could leave. It wasn't until later in my teens, when I was doing a project about my local history, that I came across an urban legend about the lake we used to visit. Apparently, a woman had drowned herself and her child there some time in the sixties. According to the legend, the woman often appeared on the lake at dusk and would beckon to any small child that might be in or near the water. I never went near that lake ever again.