The Door Under the lake

Everyone in town knew the legend of the door under Crescent Lake—chained iron and hidden deep below. Most said it was just a creepy story. But the day we dove in on a dare we found it. Real. Scratched. Cold. A week later it opened—on its own. Something moved. Something grabbed me. We ran. Then came the fog… thick endless. And the knocks. Emma saw it by her window. “It doesn’t have a face” she whispered. Then the call dropped. Now we know the story wasn’t a story at all.