The pool glowed blue in dusk light, every bit as beautiful as Kristen had promised. After the story she’d told him, of drowned children and a park closed many years ago, Luke couldn’t help wondering what lay beneath the surface. A light wind blew through pine canopies, but the thick trunks and steep, slippery banks shielded the pool and not so much as a ripple crossed it.
"Creepy, huh?" Kristen was watching him, strands of dark hair falling across her green eyes. Luke shrugged. "It’s pretty cool, I guess."
"Pretty cool?" She walked around it slowly, keeping back from the edge and peering inside. "It’s incredible. Just think about all of the death that’s happened in this one small circle of water. Most of them children. Come on, Luke, I thought you liked horror stories."