This is a song by the band Ludo, its kind of a weird and creepy song. While listening I wonder who would meet such a fate? Then inspiration struck me I could turn it into a short story. Listen to the song before you read this song-fic its a short one shot.

Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer I dont won kick buttowski.

Lake Pontchartrain

It was storming when brad drove up to the police station. He double parked and jumped out of his car, running into the station hysterically.
"Help! Oh please, someone help!" brad said. The officer at the reception desk was the first to see him "What's the matter boy!" he said with concern for the hysterical brad. And brad said.

I'll tell it like it happened, it was Pantsy and Horace and me,
Just a few po' boys trying to get up out of Missouri.
Took 55 to Louisiana, stopped down by the highway to eat.
They both had crawfish. Strictly chicken for me.
Back out under thunderheads, the radio was Southern soul.
They interrupted Clarence Carter with a strange-ass local show.
They were sayin'...

"Come down to Lake Pontchartrain.
Rest your soul and feed your brain.
That's where you will get to see
Everything the water can be."

The rain was comin' down, the wind was howlin' outside of Slidell.
It was the kind of night that makes you think the whole world's goin' to hell.
We got off on an exit 'cause we couldn't read the map so great.
Near the Choctaw Motel, we parked to deliberate,
When out of the bayou came a man like the lake had a tongue.
He was right up on the glass, all yellow-eyed, black teeth, bangin' on the windshield,
Screamin' like a demon at the top of his lungs,

"Come down to Lake Pontchartrain.
Rest your soul and feed your brain.
Free for you and all your friends.
Crawfish 'til the bitter end.
Come down to Lake Pontchartrain.
Wade to where the shallows break.
That's where you will get to see
Everything the water can be."

I was drivin' out of there as fast as a Camry could,
But the interstate was flooded, so I had to take the road through the woods.
Bad move in retrospect; the road disappeared in the rain,
And I stood on the brakes when I saw the sign:
"Lake Pontchartrain..."
Pantsy was yelling that he saw somebody out in the swells;
He jumped out, runnin', and Horace was goin' as well.
"Come back!" Why the hell would they leave the car?
And that's when I heard it, make no mistake -
The voices were calling them from under the lake...

"Come down to Lake Pontchartrain...
Come down to Lake Pontchartrain...
Come down to Lake Pontchartrain...
Come down to Lake Pontchartrain..."

The crawfish were screaming, the waves danced in time.
My friends went in deeper; the water, it climbed.
I watched in terror; the lake opened wide,
And horribly roaring, it pulled them inside.
That's how it happened! Why would I lie?
There were no bodies, I've got none to hide.
I'm just a poor boy, lost his friends in the rain.
Any more questions, just go and ask Lake Pontchartrain.

Brad finished talking and the officer said "Well son that's an interesting story" the officer then he hit the floor with a splash. Brad heard the voices again coming in low and getting louder.

"Come down to Lake Pontchartrain...
Come down to Lake Pontchartrain...
Come down to Lake Pontchartrain...
Come down to Lake Pontchartrain..."

He turned around and the station doors were wide open there he saw in the dark pouring rain Lake Pontchartrain, when he turned back all he saw were the woods. Screaming he turned back around just in time to see a huge wave. That was the last time anyone had seen the three.