The fog over the lake was enough to make any skilled sailor turn around, but Heather and Jane moved further away from the marina with every stroke of the oar. There was a slight breeze in the early morning air. "It sure is a nice day for relaxation," Jane chirped. Heather 's head nodded I agreement. They were several hundred yards away from shore, out in the calm water. Jane laid back and opened up a copy of The Mountain State Ghost Stories. Her eyes skimmed through the table of contents until one title left her intrigued. She turned the page to one that read "The Ghoul of Summersville Lake" in bold black letters at the top. "Hey Heather, check this!" She squealed. She passed the novel to Heather 's bony fingers. Heather pushed her