How campy is that name? It sounds like a B horror movie from the ’50s.
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Lake Of Horrors
From the dense trees, Jason looked out at the pair of young women in their swimsuits setting up by the water.
It was the kind of sweltering summer night in which the lake seems to beckon all comers with its refreshing powers.
Slowly, Jason crept out from his cover and onto the sand. He whispered, “Ki! Ki! Ki! Ma! Ma! Ma!” to himself as he eased toward the women. When he was close enough, he lunged and grabbed one of the girls.
She screamed, turned and slapped at her assailant. “Jason! You asshole! You scared the hell out of me.”