The Lake
The short story ‘The Lake’ follows a young woman named Abbie LeFleur, who moves to a new city for a fresh start and receives more than she bargained for. LeFleur moves into a grand home in the city of Graceville, Florida complete with a sprawling backyard and private Lake. She mentions the town’s secluded behavior, not unwelcoming but certainly wary of outsiders. No good Horror story is complete without a town hiding secrets, and though she doesn’t know outright Abbie is sure that this town has its share of skeletons in the closet. Abbie’s move has her feeling bold and willing to try new experiences, which encourages her first dip into the Lake in her backyard. Although she usually avoids swimming, she notes that she feels oddly drawn to the water. Only after she begins her new job as a high school English teacher does she learn that one shouldn’t swim in Graceville lakes during the summer. This expression begins to explain all of the… odd changes she has begun noticing in her body.
Immediately after reading I classified this short story as ‘body horror’, a subgenre of Horror that describes a film or book that features the graphic mutilation or degeneration of the human body.The moments of “transition” where Abbie notices thick webbing between her toes, stretched feet, and a burning rash signifying the development of gills felt even more eerie contrasted with Abbie’s full acceptance of it. She never panicked, rather treated the occurrence as to be expected. Body horror is typically less popular with audiences, me included, due to the gory descriptions and graphic imagery that is standard and is often found hard to stomach. However, the imagery in this story was meant to provoke a larger theme than just body degeneration. Abbie’s dreams of the lake, the pull she felt toward it, feels like it was a larger signifier. Feelings of homecoming, a shedding of the former self were coalesced into Abbie’s journey. When we are introduced to the character we know little of her old life, but she mentions old relationships that have already become strained and a desire for newfound freedom. Even in her final actions, eating the two boys who had been helping with repairs around her house, Abbie felt no need to reject her new hunger. My favorite women-led horror stories are the ones where women are allowed to indulge, to be evil and commit atrocities with abandon. It feels more exciting in contrast to the social standards women are usually placed under, and Abbie commits to that. All in all, this has been my favorite telling of my least favorite subgenre of Horror.











