Dillion Reservoir / Pineridge Quarry The site of the old stone cutting pit whos enchanted waters now hold Odessa poisoner. Nobody swims at the swimming hole anymore. They haven’t for years. Part of it is that the damn place just isn’t safe. Its waters rest at the bottom of an old, gutted quarry some six or eight stories down. Just getting there means walking down a narrow path along the cliff face. That is, unless you feel like cliff diving, which some have done because the water runs deep. The water itself is placid and dark, practically unfathomable, except when it is hit with the light of the moon.
Parents tell their kids stories about teenagers who drowned there. Adults say that if kids aren’t careful, they’ll slip into those cold waters and never come back up, maybe pulled down by the lost and sad spirits of all the kids who’ve drowned there. But those are just ghost stories to conceal the real reasons why people don’t swim at the hole anymore. It’s because the water is too special — too powerful — to be wasted on swimming. It’s quietly understood that the deep water has a kind of magic to it. Certainly, many refuse to believe the whispered tales. But year after year, a handful of townsfolk visit the stark shores of the old swimming hole and offer up a little blood and a lot of desperation to see what salvation the depths offer. In truth, the place isn’t really a swimming hole. It’s a wishing well that makes dreams come true.