Samael Lake (Prologue)

"So? You didn't eliminate your companions?" The authorities inquired of the young woman who was trembling in fear, immersed in icy water, appearing frantic and terrified for her life. Her mind seemed to have slipped away. "Miss Jackson, respond! Did you murder your friends?" The officer's patience waned as they perceived this interrogation as a waste of time.

"I hear them approaching..." The interrogator caught her statement, observing her trembling body and tear-streaked eyes. "Ms. Jackson, are you well? Who is approaching?"he inquired, holding her gently in an attempt to elicit some answers amidst this gruesome incident. 

"Please, enlighten us so we can provide you with the necessary assistance!" the officer urged, to which she raised her tear-stained face. "They are pursuing me... Because I am aware of their actions..." she trailed off. "You desire my confession, correct? They compelled me to do it. I murdered my friends because they instructed me to. I survived, but they will not spare me!" she exclaimed, bursting into tears. A heavy silence fell upon them as they comprehended her words, for at the scene of the crime, she was the sole individual present, clutching a knife and laughing maniacally as tears streamed from her eyes before being taken into custody. Her medical records indicated a history of mental health issues since the age of 8.

"Who are you conversing with?"he inquired, but she responded with a cold smile. "The infernal entity. I am conversing with a demon," she retorted, humming a childish tune.

"May we pause this interrogation?" he requested before exiting the room. As he walked away, he heard faint giggles, prompting him to retrace his steps as he realized he had forgotten his firearm. Rushing back, he was met with a loud noise emanating from the interrogation room, where he discovered Ms. Jackson's lifeless body, a gunshot wound to her temple, blood seeping out.

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During the night, while examining the evidence pertaining to the dreadful massacre in which the late Ms. Jackson had been involved, he came across notebooks, bloodstained car keys, lipstick, lip gloss, a camcorder, and her diary. Retrieving the diary, he began reading the entries leading up to the incident.

On the 21st of June, during summer vacation, with no school in session, we decided to visit Samael Lake on the west coast. Rumors had it that the lakehouse was haunted and cursed, so we were intrigued to investigate. Upon our arrival at the lakehouse, a heavy sensation enveloped me as we stepped inside. I cannot speak for my friends, but I sensed an ominous presence immediately. Despite my trepidation, my companions appeared excited, so I dismissed my unease. However, in a corner of the staircase, I spotted a tall figure. To my knowledge, we were the only occupants of the lakehouse. Was this the commencement of true terror? A mixture of excitement and fear coursed through me. Pausing, he glanced at the video footage, hitting pause, and noticed a looming, elongated shadow behind them, seemingly lurking and awaiting their entry into the lakehouse.

Samael Lake... What terrors and mysteries do you hold in store for us?

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NOTE: 

Hello! Thanks for finding my story! I hope you support me in the end! This is first story again in years. I'm happy to share with my horror with you right now. Just vote and comment what you see! English is not my first language, so please bear with me.