Jo Akdo

Little Lake

Little Lake was a thing of legend in my town. Growing up in Indiana, it didn’t take much for our imagination to run wild, but everyone grew up knowing a few simple facts: you don’t talk to Dan Hagen outside of the liquor store, you don’t leave your porchlight on in November, and you don’t visit Little Lake after dark – all the details of these stories fading into obscurity over time, but the superstitions keeping us abiding to the rules nonetheless.