This is based on a true story, which has been featured on a few ghost shows. However, I tweaked this "ghost story" a little, and I hope あなた enjoy!
Sariff was a kind and beautiful woman who spent most of her life around the calm, cool waters of an unnamed lake.
It was there she swam.
It was there she read.
It was there she surfed.
It was there, on July Fourth, 1990, Sariff was murdered.
No one knew who it was, besides the fact that he was a man. And maybe, that had something to do with the fact that only men drowned at Sariff Lake.
Twenty men a 年 died, despite a large amount of lifeguards. Many believed it was the ghost of Sariff, taking her blind revenge.
"Nonsense." Lifeguard John Willows muttered when his darling wife told him this. "Nonsense!"
John Willows was twenty-one, and a swimming expert. That's why he became lifequard at Sariff lake. Swimming was something he did well; it was easier than walking to him. He loved the splash of water as he'd jump in.
And John jumped into the dark blue, slightly murky waters of Sariff a large amount of times, to save drowning men. He'd always be sitting in his lifeguard chair, staring at the clouds that rolled over the trees on the horizon, as Sariff lake shone beautifullly in the sun, when he'd hear the cry- "Help!"
But today, there were no cries for help, no flailing arms and frantic splashing; in fact, only two people were at Sariff Lake. John watched them relax under a bright blue ビーチ umbrella with a yawn. Then, he stared out at the lake.
A woman was standing on the water. Standing, tall and proud, in the middle of the lake, where the water was deep. John felt his eyes were tricking him; that was impossible. "Hey-hey you!" He cried, pointing at the woman.
The 次 second, she was gone.
"What are we doing?" One man under the ビーチ umbrella complained, stretching his arm. John didn't reply.
That night, he had a strange dream. He was deep underwater in Lake Sariff. Someone was drowning, but he couldn't see them through the murky water. He couldn't see anything. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know which way was up.
John was panicking. He was running out of time. He needed to get out of there. Suddenly, a single bubble floated out of his mouth. Suddenly, he realized-he'd follow the bubbles up.
John swam upwards in a frenzy. The man, he knew, had drowned によって now.
He reached the 上, ページのトップへ of the lake, and burst through, gasping. And fireworks went off.
The 次 night, John dreamt the same thing-he was deep underwater in Lake Sariff, someone was drowning, but he couldn't see them.....
The 次 night, he had the same dream again.
He couldn't see anything, he was panicking....
He followed the bubbles of air up......
The crimson, green, and オレンジ fireworks lit the sky in every dream. John always woke up sweaty and afraid.
It was the fourth of July, and John was leaning nervously back in his white painted wood chair. He'd warned everyone to be careful today. He told everyone to stay in the shallows. He felt something was going to go wrong that day.
However, 日 turned to night, the gleaming sun set over the horizon and the stars appeared, glinting and winking.
Looks like no one's drowning today, he thought meekly, staring at the calm waters.
"HELP!"
The man thrashed around with his arms, barely able to stay above the dark water. He was going to lose strength soon. If no one helped him, he would drown.
John kept cool and dashed out to deep water with the life saver. But this round floating device was of no use; the man was sinking deep into the murky waters. John could see the pale face falling through the darkness, and quickly swam downwards.
It was too murky. He couldn't see the man. He couldn't see anything. John was panicking. He didn't know which way was up and which way was down. If he didn't find the top-fast-he would drown.
Suddenly, he got an idea-follow the bubbles up.
John reached the top.
And fireworks went off.
Sariff was a kind and beautiful woman who spent most of her life around the calm, cool waters of an unnamed lake.
It was there she swam.
It was there she read.
It was there she surfed.
It was there, on July Fourth, 1990, Sariff was murdered.
No one knew who it was, besides the fact that he was a man. And maybe, that had something to do with the fact that only men drowned at Sariff Lake.
Twenty men a 年 died, despite a large amount of lifeguards. Many believed it was the ghost of Sariff, taking her blind revenge.
"Nonsense." Lifeguard John Willows muttered when his darling wife told him this. "Nonsense!"
John Willows was twenty-one, and a swimming expert. That's why he became lifequard at Sariff lake. Swimming was something he did well; it was easier than walking to him. He loved the splash of water as he'd jump in.
And John jumped into the dark blue, slightly murky waters of Sariff a large amount of times, to save drowning men. He'd always be sitting in his lifeguard chair, staring at the clouds that rolled over the trees on the horizon, as Sariff lake shone beautifullly in the sun, when he'd hear the cry- "Help!"
But today, there were no cries for help, no flailing arms and frantic splashing; in fact, only two people were at Sariff Lake. John watched them relax under a bright blue ビーチ umbrella with a yawn. Then, he stared out at the lake.
A woman was standing on the water. Standing, tall and proud, in the middle of the lake, where the water was deep. John felt his eyes were tricking him; that was impossible. "Hey-hey you!" He cried, pointing at the woman.
The 次 second, she was gone.
"What are we doing?" One man under the ビーチ umbrella complained, stretching his arm. John didn't reply.
That night, he had a strange dream. He was deep underwater in Lake Sariff. Someone was drowning, but he couldn't see them through the murky water. He couldn't see anything. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know which way was up.
John was panicking. He was running out of time. He needed to get out of there. Suddenly, a single bubble floated out of his mouth. Suddenly, he realized-he'd follow the bubbles up.
John swam upwards in a frenzy. The man, he knew, had drowned によって now.
He reached the 上, ページのトップへ of the lake, and burst through, gasping. And fireworks went off.
The 次 night, John dreamt the same thing-he was deep underwater in Lake Sariff, someone was drowning, but he couldn't see them.....
The 次 night, he had the same dream again.
He couldn't see anything, he was panicking....
He followed the bubbles of air up......
The crimson, green, and オレンジ fireworks lit the sky in every dream. John always woke up sweaty and afraid.
It was the fourth of July, and John was leaning nervously back in his white painted wood chair. He'd warned everyone to be careful today. He told everyone to stay in the shallows. He felt something was going to go wrong that day.
However, 日 turned to night, the gleaming sun set over the horizon and the stars appeared, glinting and winking.
Looks like no one's drowning today, he thought meekly, staring at the calm waters.
"HELP!"
The man thrashed around with his arms, barely able to stay above the dark water. He was going to lose strength soon. If no one helped him, he would drown.
John kept cool and dashed out to deep water with the life saver. But this round floating device was of no use; the man was sinking deep into the murky waters. John could see the pale face falling through the darkness, and quickly swam downwards.
It was too murky. He couldn't see the man. He couldn't see anything. John was panicking. He didn't know which way was up and which way was down. If he didn't find the top-fast-he would drown.
Suddenly, he got an idea-follow the bubbles up.
John reached the top.
And fireworks went off.
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure 愛 was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from 日 to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But 愛 was still there, although destroyed によって many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and ハート, 心 full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be ミルク and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
愛 was still there, that pure 愛 that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of 愛 was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure 愛 was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from 日 to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But 愛 was still there, although destroyed によって many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and ハート, 心 full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be ミルク and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
愛 was still there, that pure 愛 that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of 愛 was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He 発言しました kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think あなた will"
I 発言しました sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas あなた cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He 発言しました kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think あなた will"
I 発言しました sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas あなた cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.