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Life's an Ocean
Published 2 years, 7 months ago
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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes from Sandcastle, California. Tonight I have for you a story about monsters and ghosts. The perfect story for Halloween! Join me on YouTube on Saturday Nights for Splatterday Nightmares where I tell the horror stories of Sandcastle and chat with friends. Sandcastle is my little multiverse of the macbre that I tell on my podcast. Just visit www.splatterdaynightmares.com and be sure to subscribe. You can also buy one of my books at amazon where many of these stories are featured. Visit www.scarystorytime.com/amazon to visit my growing list of books, collections, anthologies, and short stories.
Now let's begin...
Life's an Ocean
by DariusMcCorkindale
It was a sun-drenched day at the picturesque Palm Beach Jetty, a few miles down the coast from the city of Perth, and a group of about a dozen people congregated near the entrance. Their eager faces turned toward the tour guide, a nerdy young man sporting a Palm Beach Paranormal Tour' T-shirt and a baseball cap. The guide held a dramatic pause before addressing his audience.
"G’day folks. Right, is everyone here?" he asked, surveying the assembled crowd. Satisfied, despite the lack of response, he continued, "This stop on our Perth tour is one of the most recent reported supernatural events. I present to you… The Phantom of Palm Beach Jetty."
Lifes an Ocean THUMBThe guide motioned for the group to follow him as he beckoned them toward the jetty's wooden boardwalk. They eagerly complied, excited to delve into the supernatural stories of this coastal town. As they reached the end of the jetty, they noticed several fishermen engaged in their pursuit of herring, skippy, whiting, whine and flathead, their fishing lines dangling over the side. The guide instructed the group to huddle together, ensuring everyone could hear the tales he was about to recount.
"Over the last few years," the guide began, "within the realm of this very jetty, an unsettling tapestry has unfolded, a tapestry woven with threads of profound tragedy and enigma." This guide knew exactly how to play to his audience. "Here, a disconcerting pattern has emerged, where competent swimmers, even amidst the serenity of days like today, have been seized and claimed by the relentless sea in numbers that defy reason and explanation."
With this, he gestured over toward one of the fishermen, eliciting a few curious glances. "Local fishermen would have you believe it's the work of a sea witch," he added with an astute smile, lowering his tone ever so slightly so that the group had to huddle closer to hear him, "but most believe something entirely different. For these bizarre drownings didn't start occurring until after the tragic suicide of young Louisa Dean."
The guide pointed toward a beachfront hotel in the distance. "It's said that during her stay at the Coastal Escape a few years ago, Mrs. Dean snuck out of the hotel in the dead of night, leaving a suicide note beside her sleeping husband. It's believed she then came to the end of this jetty and jumped to her death."
He turned to the shore beside the jetty, emphasizing the eerie atmosphere. "Her body was discovered the next morning, washed up on the shore beneath the jetty. No one really knows why she did it or where she actually jumped from, but there's every chance it was from this very spot."
The guide ramped up the theatrics, pointing to the wooden boards at his feet, sending a shiver down the spines of his captivated audience. "Nowadays, people tend not to swim too close during the day, and they sure as hell stay well away after the sun goes down. For that is when many have claimed to have seen the figure of Louisa Dean, wandering in the shallows beneath the jetty."
As the guide wrapped up his spine-tingling story, most of the group looked down at the decking, lost in their thoughts, their imagination no doubt running amok. Then, with impeccable timing, the guide suddenly stom
Now let's begin...
Life's an Ocean
by DariusMcCorkindale
It was a sun-drenched day at the picturesque Palm Beach Jetty, a few miles down the coast from the city of Perth, and a group of about a dozen people congregated near the entrance. Their eager faces turned toward the tour guide, a nerdy young man sporting a Palm Beach Paranormal Tour' T-shirt and a baseball cap. The guide held a dramatic pause before addressing his audience.
"G’day folks. Right, is everyone here?" he asked, surveying the assembled crowd. Satisfied, despite the lack of response, he continued, "This stop on our Perth tour is one of the most recent reported supernatural events. I present to you… The Phantom of Palm Beach Jetty."
Lifes an Ocean THUMBThe guide motioned for the group to follow him as he beckoned them toward the jetty's wooden boardwalk. They eagerly complied, excited to delve into the supernatural stories of this coastal town. As they reached the end of the jetty, they noticed several fishermen engaged in their pursuit of herring, skippy, whiting, whine and flathead, their fishing lines dangling over the side. The guide instructed the group to huddle together, ensuring everyone could hear the tales he was about to recount.
"Over the last few years," the guide began, "within the realm of this very jetty, an unsettling tapestry has unfolded, a tapestry woven with threads of profound tragedy and enigma." This guide knew exactly how to play to his audience. "Here, a disconcerting pattern has emerged, where competent swimmers, even amidst the serenity of days like today, have been seized and claimed by the relentless sea in numbers that defy reason and explanation."
With this, he gestured over toward one of the fishermen, eliciting a few curious glances. "Local fishermen would have you believe it's the work of a sea witch," he added with an astute smile, lowering his tone ever so slightly so that the group had to huddle closer to hear him, "but most believe something entirely different. For these bizarre drownings didn't start occurring until after the tragic suicide of young Louisa Dean."
The guide pointed toward a beachfront hotel in the distance. "It's said that during her stay at the Coastal Escape a few years ago, Mrs. Dean snuck out of the hotel in the dead of night, leaving a suicide note beside her sleeping husband. It's believed she then came to the end of this jetty and jumped to her death."
He turned to the shore beside the jetty, emphasizing the eerie atmosphere. "Her body was discovered the next morning, washed up on the shore beneath the jetty. No one really knows why she did it or where she actually jumped from, but there's every chance it was from this very spot."
The guide ramped up the theatrics, pointing to the wooden boards at his feet, sending a shiver down the spines of his captivated audience. "Nowadays, people tend not to swim too close during the day, and they sure as hell stay well away after the sun goes down. For that is when many have claimed to have seen the figure of Louisa Dean, wandering in the shallows beneath the jetty."
As the guide wrapped up his spine-tingling story, most of the group looked down at the decking, lost in their thoughts, their imagination no doubt running amok. Then, with impeccable timing, the guide suddenly stom