It starts as every horror story should — calm, peaceful, unsuspecting. A still lake. Gentle ripples. The faint whisper of wind through the reeds. Then…💥 BAM!  A blood-curdling scream, a flash of red, and a face that’ll haunt your dreams. But unlike horror stories, ours doesn’t end in disaster . Because at Fawcetts Liners , our ponds don’t leak, our lagoons don’t burst, and our membranes don’t crumble like a haunted house in a storm. While others patch, repair, and hope the m