The listing said rustic. It lied about the Wi-Fi. It also left out the thing standing in the trees across the lake, the old man at the gas station who never gets wet, and the voice that calls Laney’s name from under the dock at night. It sounds exactly like her mother, who has been dead for six years. The lake has manners. It won’t come up and get you. But if you walk in on your own… [Read: Under the Dock →]