She moved through the water in a way few could. She’d always been a natural. Some said she was born on a surfboard. She was surrounded by blue water and seafoam, not another person in sight.
The Girl by the Lake
I was running the first time I saw her. I decided to take a different route and there she was, staring out at the water almost in a trance. I doubt she would have noticed me but I waved an said “Hi” so as not to spook her. It was still early in the morning. The mist was hovering over the lake and she almost looked like a phantom in the early morning light.
It was still dark when I got to the beach. The moon was out, and it illuminated the fog. It glided over the water, and I could taste the salt on my lips.
31 Nights of Halloween: Ranked
I love Halloween. Like a little too much. So much so that I became a horror writer. Each year the run up to Halloween is my favorite time of the year. I think because it was the first thing to look forward to after school started. Like school sucked, but at least you could come home and distract yourself with horror movies.
The Old Country Road
It started that night like most other nights. We were out a little too late on a country road. There were four of us squeezed into the little car.
The sun was out and the day was hot. The bull stood in the grass like he did most days. It rained that morning and now the air was thick with steam and humidity as the mud filled field dried.
The Girl with the Flowers
Go out camping, they said. It will be fun, they said. I will be honest with you, they were wrong. It had been a little over a year since it happened. In an attempt to rouse me from my grief filled stupor, some of my friends suggested I go out camping like I used to. Just something to get me out of the house.
The Man in the Camera
Night 1: One night I was sitting on the couch just about to head to bed. When someone started knocking on the door. That was strange as it had been dark for a couple hours.