from my writer’s journal
When I as a kid we lived about a block west of Green Lake, in Seattle WA.
I grew up on a lot of stories about Green Lake- and given my family’s love of Macabre Tales I never heard about the Picnic grounds at the lake which I believe were put in sometime before the 1900’s or the vision people had of creating a beautiful place where people could go and have beautiful thoughts about nature, life and themselves.
What I heard about were the dead people in the Lake.
I was left with the impression, as a child, that they drowned and that they never left Green Lake.
Here’s the story I heard:
Back during the 1920’s maybe the 1930’s, people kept drowning in Green Lake-
they weren’t out there swimming alone, they would be out there swimming with a friend or in a group and all of the sudden one person would start thrashing around and screaming and then they went under and they stayed under….
sometimes for minutes, sometimes for hours sometimes for days.
And then shortly after the bodies were recovered people would see the Floaters walking towards the lake.
Or back into the Lake.
Once the Lake got them, they couldn’t leave – they had to go back.
I am only mentioning this story because when I write my stories I usually mention a Lake or a body of water and the image I have in my mind’s eye is that of Green Lake.
The Green Lake that killed people and keeps their ghosts like trophies.
That story got to me over 40 years ago.
And like I said- once the Lake gets you, you have to go back.