Content Warning: This is a paranormal horror story depicting violence against a child. I didn’t make it graphic, but it’s still enough to warrant a trigger warning. Reader discretion is advised.   I remember everything. A small frog swam through the reeds and disappeared into the viridian green abyss. They say this place hasn’t changed since prehistoric times. I wasn’t alive in the 1800s when the KKK brought people out here for lynchings. Or in the 60s when hippies danced naked here, making love and communing with nature. My only memories of this place as a girl were with Josh. His wild blond hair floated around his sunburned face like…