A girl with long brown hair and powder blue eyes stared intently at you. If you had glanced at her you would have swore she was in a catatonic state but if you watched long enough she would blink and she'd move her fingers a bit. Behind her is what looks like a Birdseye view of a lake side town. As you went to leave she began to speak to you. "I ran as fast as I could you know. I thought it was just a legend, everyone's heard about the legend of Mesano Lake. What? You say you haven't? Well then, let me tell you the legend."
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You are the first person I've ever met who hasn't heard the story of Mesano Lake.Well, besides the Winchester brothers, but they really shocked me when they told me they didn't know the story, I mean dude; they hunt these things for a living. Anyway, the story starts off when what became the United States was first entered by colonists. There was a group of colonists, some say from Ireland, some say from Scotland, the only thing the variations have in common besides being about the same thing with the same result is that the home land of the colonists ended in "land". Anyways, there was a group of colonists that nobody knew about that had settled in what is now South Dakota. They lived in peace with the Native Americans who lived there but after fifteen years of prosperity children began to vanish, those that did come back told strange tales of horses with kelp for a mane and small turtle people with bowl-like indents in their skulls.
The natives blamed the colonists, said that they were harming the children of their village and putting false facts into their minds about what had happened to them. Eventually the natives attacked the colonists and killed them all; the only ones they left were very small children and infants. The natives would beat these children and drown them as to show them what their children had felt. The little native children that had come back tried to stop the others but they too died in the heat of their "punishment". Supposedly all the bodies were dumped in the lake as a sacrifice to some God to help them repent for the sins of helping these ruthless murders.
Then they began to go into poverty. Their crops died, children were born with handicaps so severe they couldn't live, and some children were born dead, mothers and fathers grew ill and died. During a ceremony to ask the ancient spirits of the land and sky (or something like that, nobody really remembers this part very well) for help and explanations all their homes caught fire. So many things had happened around what became known as Mesano Lake. Supposedly the spirits of the colonists tried to find the native children's spirits to show the natives they hadn't done anything but got trapped under the water's surface. The native's spirits chased after the colonists to put them through more hell but they too got trapped beneath the water's surface.
Only two people survived the ordeal, they founded the small town and put up a memorial to all those who had died. They made a few laws, one stating that everyone must be treated equal, another that nobody goes past the memorial to the lake, another saying that if they did and got caught they'd be in jail for trespassing and vandalism of sacred ground, the most ridiculous law to the people who came to the small town was this:
"If you do go past the memorial and are killed and/or assaulted in any way (mentally, physically, spiritually, etc.) the town of Mesano is not to blame and you will serve time for trespassing and vandalism of sacred ground if you do return alive."
Fifty years ago a group of teens decided to break that law, one of the only ones still standing from the time in which the town originated in. They snuck past the memorial; one of the guys had brought his girlfriend who had point blank refused to go past the memorial saying that there were angry feelings there that were out for blood. She had heard about why the memorial was set up and figured that the colonists' anger had turned them mad as had the native people's spirits. There were screams of pain then nothing.
The legend was a hot topic for the following months, people said they had seen the teens walking around the lake, others said they saw people from colonial days and old native people walking around the lake. To this day some of the teens' spirits walk around the lake, looking for the one place they can to into to retrieve their comrade without being trapped beneath the water's surface.
This my dear listener is where my story begins.