(CW: brief mention of cult behavior and ritualistic death)
Via written statement:
I'm guessing you don't want some dry IOPSA-style report so I'll give you the skinny as it comes to me. If you're interested in something less...whatever the hell this is going to be then swing by the office sometime or drop me a note.
The Town Hall’s Board of Safety posted about Lake Sal-Co-Penn recently and how we should avoid it at all costs. Which is exactly the kind of thing that I think needs looking into and boy did it ever.
I went out a few times. First of all, the water is unnaturally still. It didn't seem to matter if it was windy or not, no matter what that water wasn't moving. It made it look like glass and the water is dark, but I could still make out some shapes in the water. At first I thought they might be logs or stones under the water, but in every case they turned out to be bodies. Not just any bodies, but people I knew. People that Milo and Connor and Andy knew, too. But the ones I knew where from when I was a kid, it's one of the few things I remember from living in Germany. The last memory I have of my biological parents. That they got wrapped up in some cult bullshit and drank the kool-aid and lights out! They were floating out there in that lake with those stupid cups.
I've seen a lot of death in my line of work and it's always hard. Every single time it's just knowing that another life is gone, that whatever future they had is lost. It's never routine, if it ever gets that way I need to get the hell out of this line of work, but what I'm trying to say is that this...hits different. It's a memory I'd like to forget and sometimes I do. But it always comes back, just not like this.
I'm not sure how to describe it other than I wanted to claw out of my skin and run for the hills, dude. Being afraid like that just breaks something in you, I guess? I'm not sure. No one should ever have to experience that once but like lucky me! Twice! I should go buy a lotto ticket or something. I mean, if Pumpkin Hollow has a lotto. It's weird because I feel like I could write all of this stuff down right now and get it out of my head, but I don't want to at the same time. I'm too scared to face that again I guess.
I'm rambling. I don't even know if this makes any sense but I'm too much of a weenie to back and reread it. Hopefully that helps you? If not, maybe we can chat.
Statement of Lucas Kovach, IOPSA Medium, in regards to Lake Sal-Co-Penn
Via written statement:
I'm guessing you don't want some dry IOPSA-style report so I'll give you the skinny as it comes to me. If you're interested in something less...whatever the hell this is going to be then swing by the office sometime or drop me a note.
The Town Hall’s Board of Safety posted about Lake Sal-Co-Penn recently and how we should avoid it at all costs. Which is exactly the kind of thing that I think needs looking into and boy did it ever.
I went out a few times. First of all, the water is unnaturally still. It didn't seem to matter if it was windy or not, no matter what that water wasn't moving. It made it look like glass and the water is dark, but I could still make out some shapes in the water. At first I thought they might be logs or stones under the water, but in every case they turned out to be bodies. Not just any bodies, but people I knew. People that Milo and Connor and Andy knew, too. But the ones I knew where from when I was a kid, it's one of the few things I remember from living in Germany. The last memory I have of my biological parents. That they got wrapped up in some cult bullshit and drank the kool-aid and lights out! They were floating out there in that lake with those stupid cups.
I've seen a lot of death in my line of work and it's always hard. Every single time it's just knowing that another life is gone, that whatever future they had is lost. It's never routine, if it ever gets that way I need to get the hell out of this line of work, but what I'm trying to say is that this...hits different. It's a memory I'd like to forget and sometimes I do. But it always comes back, just not like this.
I'm not sure how to describe it other than I wanted to claw out of my skin and run for the hills, dude. Being afraid like that just breaks something in you, I guess? I'm not sure. No one should ever have to experience that once but like lucky me! Twice! I should go buy a lotto ticket or something. I mean, if Pumpkin Hollow has a lotto. It's weird because I feel like I could write all of this stuff down right now and get it out of my head, but I don't want to at the same time. I'm too scared to face that again I guess.
I'm rambling. I don't even know if this makes any sense but I'm too much of a weenie to back and reread it. Hopefully that helps you? If not, maybe we can chat.