“We have our share of interesting local folklore. I’m sure you all can recall women in white with long hair by the side of the road, some curious cryptid that seems just too big to be hiding all this time, no matter who hunts it. But I have a story of the most interesting mystery on this end of the state. It’s a little lake on public land that most people try to avoid.”
Ms. Clifton, a local folklore teacher, held her class in rapt attention and it wasn’t just because of the way her cleavage pressed out like a soft, alluring mountain range that no look could escape. She adjusted her black round glasses and smirked.
“The locals often close the campgrounds because when people crowd it, there’s such a fuss and so many stories that need explanations. The local tribes, including one which no longer exists but for some learned elders, have passed down the stories and I shall pass them down to you. You see there’s a lake… A mystery lake with so many magical properties. Legends of it birthed tales of the fountain of youth which traveled everywhere. But that’s not all. Spirits inhabit the lake and they change the lives of all who step foot in it. A young, rugged virile man might wash in the waters and come out gorgeous goddess of rippling curves, luscious hair, and insatiable carnality.”
It was impossible not to notice that each physical aspect was emphasized by Ms. Clifton moving her hands along her own features before settling her hands on her hips with a wink. A number of the male students either had their coats set in their laps or were hunched over in their desks. Even some of the female students looked a bit pink.
Stepping lightly in her red heels, Miss Clifton‘s mountain range bounded adventurously as she walked to the marker board and wrote a series of numbers. Coordinates. She tittered lightly, “This could be the location to anything. But if you’re feeling truly adventurous this spring break, you might have an interesting time finding what there is this latitude and longitude. It will literally change your life forever…”