~The Beginning~
It was a gloomy, cold night towards the end of summer. A young lady named Lenore sat at the end of a dock that lay on a vast stunning lake. A small subtle tear rolled down her beautiful face.
“Oh, Why? Why did you do that to me Jim? Why?!” she called out in depression, “I treated you ever so kind! I cared, fed, and loved you! Then you had to go behind my back and find and find another! Samantha, she was the one! She knew you were mine, yet she never stopped…” Her voice trailed off. By now tears were streaming her fire-red cheeks. ” Now, because of you and her…I have blood covering my hands, and a dead lady in the lake! I can’t do this! This is nothing like Lenore! Who am I?!” She was going mad. Lenore had never intended to kill her. But she saw how he looked at her and how he looked back. “Was I, Lenore not good enough for you!?” It was intended to be a night filled with mercy, and forgetting the bad past.
Lenore suddenly stood, “I have nothing left to live for!” she dashed into her house and put on her finest dress. She was mad and becoming suicidal. “Lenore! Stop!” Lenore turned in astonish to find Jim there. ”Oh my sweet Jim…please forgive me…” she started gradually, timidly pacing backwards. “Lenore? What’s going on? Why is there blood on your hands? Where’s Samantha?” He to slowly followed her gentle steps.” She’s gone, she’s left, its only I here now…” She spoke in an unusual, slow, timid tone, it was so very subtle. It was obvious that she had gone mad. “Lenore oh Lenore…you…you didn’t…you couldn’t have! You don’t have it in you!” Jim called out to her. Slowly she calculated how long it would take to get to the lake. As she stepped out on the upper half of the dock, the blood on her hands gleamed with an eerie glow.
“Why. Why Jim.” She said in a very clear tone, “Why oh Why…” “Lenore…”Jim himself was a little scared but he was the one in power so he continued to follow and tried to reason with the madwoman. “Why…” she was now whispering, “Oh Jim…” Yet again small tears ran down her soft skin, along with the blood on her hands. “I-I’m sorry, but Lenore…is Samantha okay?” Jim was becoming frantic. “Samantha? Who? All I know is that I love Jim and some lady took him…stole him…my Jim.” Her paces soon became steps and she was quite close to the end of the dock. With tears streaming down her face she spoke with and odd self-confidence.
They now approached the end of the dock and she was about to jump, pulling herself towards her grim fate. “Jim I do apologize, but I must be leaving now. My job is done. My love doesn’t return love anymore, all is lost…goodbye.” She was about to jump when Jim stepped forth and grabbed her. He had to stop her! She had completely gone insane. But she was strong and her struggle forced them to fall into the bloody water. Jim grabbed Lenore and forged his way to air. He looked to Lenore only to find that he had grabbed the limp and bloodless body of Samantha, his new lover. “Gaaah!” He was now put in a state of shock. Lenore, still in the water, had become livid at Jim and grabbed his ankle plunging him towards his death. She dragged him into the seaweed thus getting him stuck. He reached out in a desperate attempt of self-defense and grasped her thought. Eventually after much struggling they both died of air deprivation.
And that is the tale of Lake Lenore, other wise known as the lake of despair. Lenore still floats about through the water and when she finds a certain type of person she kills them. So I’d advise to stay away from Lake Lenore…
