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THE HORROR AT LAKE HARMONY: HORROR SHORT STORY, PART VII
This story was published by Necrology Shorts in January 2010.
THE HORROR AT LAKE HARMONY
Out of curiosity and fear, I searched the internet when I returned home to see what areas of Pennsylvania the Lenape Indians had occupied, and if that area included the location of Lake Harmony State Park. The tribe had indeed lived in the area of the park. I also looked up the history of the park. The lake where we camped was man made. A dam was built to allow a lake to form. I remembered that, from our campsite at site 34 we could see two islands. Could those islands have once been the tops of hills? Could these be the hills that were once the home of The Ancients? Was it more than a legend? If these hills were indeed the home of The Ancients and the area had been flooded, then the tons of earth that trapped them would have eventually washed away.
I had these thoughts during the fall of 2001 and could not get the possibilities out of my mind. My mind considered powers unknown, evil unimagined. We were planning a camping trip to Lake Harmony the next year. My wife was to make the arrangements, and unknowingly, chose to camp on the four-year anniversary of the last unexplained event.
THE HORROR AT LAKE HARMONY: HORROR SHORT STORY, PARTVI
This story was published by Necrology Shorts in January 2010.
THE HORROR AT LAKE HARMONY
I carefully closed the book and felt a shiver as I recalled some newspaper accounts of horrible occurrences that happened at Lake Harmony remembering that they took place at four year intervals.
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The latest incident occurred on June 12, 1998. A group of four friends came to the campsite where we enjoyed camping. Pitching their tent, they settled in for a few days of hiking and fishing. It was reported that they were to leave the morning of June 13. The morning of June 13 arrived and the surrounding campsites awoke to find that site 35 was empty. The men were gone, along with their belongings. They were never seen again. They had disappeared with no word to their family or friends. I remembered in the article about the fishermen, an earlier incident was mentioned of a horrifying occurrence that had never been solved.
It was June 12, 1994. A family of four, a mom, dad and two young sons were camping at site 34. On the morning of their departure, no one stirred. Finally, the time to vacate the site arrived and their tent was still standing with all their gear spread around the campsite. A ranger stopped at the campsite and called out, “Time to pack-up and leave”. There was no response. He shouted that he was opening the tent and did so. The poor fellow lost his mind with the sight that greeted him. The mother and boys were there, murdered and horribly mutilated. The father was gone and suspected of the crimes. He was never found.
THE HORROR AT LAKE HARMONY: HORROR SHORT STORY, PART V
This story was published by Necrology Shorts in January 2010.
THE HORROR AT LAKE HARMONY
Time went by, but Megwa never forgot his mission, his act of vengeance. One day a member of the tribe reported that the eyes of The Ancients had taken on the red glow. They knew the time would soon come, the special night. The night when the eyes of The Ancients would glow; glow as coals in the night. This was the night they could be destroyed. For once this night was over, they would regain new strength, new vigor as four more members of the tribe would be gone forever. As the eyes of The Ancients glowed their fiercest, the natives crept onto the hill above their cave, and with the earth already loosened from their previous night’s work, caused a deafening roar as the loosened earth cascaded down the hill and covered the entrance of the cave. The Ancients were never seen again.
As time passed, The Ancients’ story became legend. Yet there were times when eerie moans, like the earth itself was in pain, would come from the area of the two hills which the legend had described as the home of The Ancients. As time blurred the story of The Ancients, the haunting moans persisted; credited to the wind howling through the narrow valley between the two hills.
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