“Guys?”
They all turned around. All three. It was Kayla.
“Oh my God,” Summer whispered.
Another mushy reunion.
“You guys are dead. All four of us. I’ve been here for the past ten years.”
It wasn’t that much of a shock to them.
“Wait.” She said.
“Brent died searching for me.
John jumped into the lake.
Summer died searching for John.”
“I get it now! I know how to get out.” Kayla yelled.
“That hobo guy cursed this lake! And true love… open up the doors…”
“Brent?” Kayla whispered.
“What?”
“I love you!” She grabbed onto him in a tight hold and they hugged.
She backed up. Her head was shining a bright white light. So was her chest.