The moon hung low in the ink-black sky, casting eerie shadows across the desolate beach. A lone figure, shrouded in a billowing white cloth, stood at the water's edge. The sea whispered its ancient secrets, but the man seemed lost in his own torment, his mind a maze of darkness.
The waves crashed against the shore like a symphony of lost souls, their mournful cries filling the night. The man's eyes, hollow and haunted, remained fixed on the distant horizon, as if searching for answers in the abyss.
The wind howled, tugging at his ragged clothing, but he paid it no mind. His thoughts were consumed by something far more sinister. Was it regret? Guilt? Or a malevolent force that had lured him to this forsaken place?
As the minutes turned into hours, a sense of dread settled over the man, suffocating him. He felt the weight of unseen eyes upon him, malevolent spirits that watched and waited. The sea, once a source of solace, now felt like a gaping maw, ready to devour him.
In that desolate moment, he knew he was not alone. The darkness had claimed him, and the horrors of the night would soon reveal themselves.
Oooooh, scary. Here in Canada the Summer is ending and we are going into Autumn, traditionally seen as a spooky time, when spirits are active, and children dress up as frightening creatures. So it's a good time to read this story : )
Hmm, am learning something new again. Most people here think spirit are only active here in Africa alone, so you guys believe in spirit too?
Yes I try to keep an open mind about all things. Not everybody here believes the same, and spiritual and supernatural things are topics few can agree on.
Me encantó. Una super historia que si se lee en la noche, llega a erizar la piel ante cualquier susurro.
Saludos desde Cuba.
"Gracias por el comentario, realmente lo aprecio. Que tengas un maravilloso día."