Some said the swimming hole at the old quarry was bottomless, others said the bottom was made up of human skeletons. It was just talk, but when Dave and the others visited the quarry late one night, the black water seemed to be beckoning to them.
“Are you sure this is such a good idea?”
“Not chicken, are you?” Dave sneered. The group of boys prepared the séance circle with the candles, and sat down.
“Oh terrible spirits of the quarry!” Dave commanded loudly. “Make yourselves known!” The was no sound but the lapping of water against the rocks. After a few minutes Dave stood up.
There was an ominous thump, and then a pale light shone over the water, shuddering and flickering wildly. The air was momentarily filled with blood curdling screams as the boys turned tail and ran, as though possessed by demons, away from the dropped flashlight.