Day 2,274

If you go down to the lake early enough you'll see a young woman barely floating, pale as death and reaching for you with painfully fragile hands. Much like a fisherman uses brightly coloured feathers and wood to mimic a tasty little morsel of food for unsuspecting fish, what lies at the bottom of the lake uses her.

Some people say she speaks if you wait for a while. When she thinks you aren't immediately coming to rescue her she starts begging for help, sobbing and chugging water like there's no tomorrow. When she realises you haven't been fooled she drops the act completely.

I've seen it myself - it's like a switch gets flipped and all human pretense is gone. There's just you and what waits at the bottom of the lake having a conversation about what gave it away and how it can better improve its performance. I tried to give it neutral advice like trying new faces out maybe leaving something lying around to act as a reason for the lure being there.

I didn't think it would work so well. Nine people have gone missing, last seen going for early morning runs down by the beautiful lakeside grounds. Some were even witnessed speaking to a young woman right as the lake's edge - a different woman every time.