The water was bubbly like it always was as blood poured into the lake like always, hince the name of it.
"There's a bite in his leg." Ron explained to the cop. "What happened?" Asked the cop.
"What do you mean?"
"What happened to this town?"
"I still don't get you."
"How did these murders start to happen?"
"That is one memory that no one can forget. It was a cold night about 5 years ago. This is when the lake was still blue and no murders had happened. When it was still a city of tourism. A man went to the lake with his lady for a romantic night out. Then, that blood curdling, spine chilling scream even a deaf person could hear. My father was alive and was a detective and went to investigate, he told me to stay home for I was only 6 at the time. 10 hours passed and my dad didn't return. I thought he would come back tomorrow, hug me, kiss me, tell me he was alright, then he would tuck me in and make me the most happy child. I woke up the next morning to a knock on the door. It was a cop. He took my hand and walked me to the lake, now red. He told me not to cry and he retrieved my dads body from behind a tree. I didn't cry, but the pain." Ron started lightly weeping staring out into the lake. "The gash in his neck." He started to cry heavily and fall to the ground in tears. His last words, I miss him.