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The Lake

Most of my childhood was spent in an unknown town surrounding a lake called “Burlow”, the name was

given after our founder Jack Burlow. Back there everyone knew everyone, and there were no secrets since

when something happens it goes all over town.

I spent suffocating in that cursed place for 19 years just for this one boy. A boy who always sat at my

neighbor's fence chewing and chewing. However, every time I walked beside him it felt like he was staring.

The only interesting thing in this boring town probably attracted me.

One day, just taking my usual route I crossed paths with my classmates and accidentally mentioned my
boy. It turned out that they had never seen him nor he lived in this place. That day I spent hours wondering

about my boy and if he even existed. Maybe it was my fantasy creating images to keep my brain alive.

The thought of him being fake was not coming out of my mind, so I decided to talk about it with the elders

in town. Then I heard disturbing tales of centuries- The one in the lake. It was a tale that said the “Burlow” we
lived around was just a big graveyard for the ones Jack Burlow sacrificed for his own sake and under the

name of our town. When the eldest woman in our town showed me the picture of our ancestor, he was the

boy…

I started to try communicating with him as much as possible and even though people must have thought
that I’d gone mad it was entertaining. Little by little he looked at me then came closer and even opened his

mouth but one time he came running to me and “Poof!” he was gone.

Driven by the thought all my adventure has gone away I was determined to be away. It was only after I had

gone out of the country that he never have been there and it was just me all along.

10C Enkhjin O.