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00:00This is the last story. If you're watching this, then I've already broken the one rule that kept
00:04me alive. Never speak about Lake Echo. But it's too late now. I don't care if it finds me. I just
00:11need someone else to know. It happened last summer, during the 4th of July weekend. Me and three of
00:16my friends, Danielle, Chris, and my girlfriend Marissa, rented a cabin up near Ashfield, Maine.
00:23Super remote, just off a dirt trail with no cell signal, and only one neighbor half a mile down.
00:28The perfect horror movie setup, right? There was a lake, too. Lassie. Still, beautiful in a fake
00:35postcard kind of way. But the locals warned us not to swim in it after dark. They said,
00:40the lake remembers what it's given. Of course, we laughed it off. It sounded like cryptic folklore.
00:46Some New England ghost story to scare tourists. That night, we grilled burgers, drank too much,
00:52and lit sparklers on the deck. The lake just sat there, quiet and dark, like a black mirror.
00:57Around midnight, Chris dared us to skinny dip. I should have said no. I really should have.
01:03But we were all drunk and fearless and young.

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