"Waaah!"
Bob suddenly stumbled backward from the water, falling onto his back with a thud. He scrambled away in a panic, crawling like a crab. His scream echoed loudly through the cave.
"What is it, Bob?" I rushed over, carrying a torch.
He did not say anything, just pointed his trembling hand toward the lake.
I turned and looked at the still surface. At first, I saw nothing.
Then I raised the torch higher, letting the light shine over the dark water.
My eyes widened, and my stomach twisted with unease.
There, beneath the surface, corpses. Dozens of them. Just lying silently in the depth of still water.
Each body looked fresh, skin and hair eerily preserved as if they had just died moments ago.
I instinctively stepped back, half-expecting one of the corpses to open its eyes. That's usually how it goes in horror movies.
"The cold temperature of the lake must be preserving their bodies," Beltimore said calmly as he approached, intrigued by the sight.
