There's quite a few nice places to settle along the banks of the lake. Murphy settles for a spot on an old log with a clear view of the lodge, back to the forest.
There's something off about that lake. Murphy's gotten fairly prone to paranoia in general, feeling on edge - the axe he rests beside him is testament enough to that - but this is beyond his normal wariness. There's something there. He's been sure of it for a little while now. Not because of the spooky bullshit the rest of the staff talks about. That's tourist stuff. Bad Travel Channel documentary stuff. He tunes it out with very little difficulty.
No, this is pit of the stomach instinct. Murphy knows damn well when he's being watched, and there is most definitely something in that goddamn lake that's been watching him.
It's a scenic place, he'll give it that. Quiet enough that sitting here gnawing on his sandwich is otherwise pleasant, despite his furtive scanning of the surface of the water for something. Anything.
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There's something off about that lake. Murphy's gotten fairly prone to paranoia in general, feeling on edge - the axe he rests beside him is testament enough to that - but this is beyond his normal wariness. There's something there. He's been sure of it for a little while now. Not because of the spooky bullshit the rest of the staff talks about. That's tourist stuff. Bad Travel Channel documentary stuff. He tunes it out with very little difficulty.
No, this is pit of the stomach instinct. Murphy knows damn well when he's being watched, and there is most definitely something in that goddamn lake that's been watching him.
It's a scenic place, he'll give it that. Quiet enough that sitting here gnawing on his sandwich is otherwise pleasant, despite his furtive scanning of the surface of the water for something. Anything.
Why's it always water for him? Always lakes?