Aden, sat where the waves could not catch him, moulding the wet
sand into shapes with his bare feet. The ocean was rough today
due to the weather, and where the waves had crashed and
sprayed, his damp hair clung to his cheeks. The seagulls
enjoyed watching from the fence that surrounded the lonely
beach house behind him. They sang out at random intervals,
making Aden look around, ever time being left disappointed.
���������� The house also watched, and unlike a family member,
it never left him. And even though it had changed, with it's
blacked out windows and broken front door, it was still his
home as it always had been.
���������� The seagulls squawked and his head snapped round
sharply. It was only the 'for sale' sign, that had fallen, and
now lay horizontal on the ground, quickly collecting sand as
the wind continued to hit it. Nobody would care about that, he
told himself - it had been there for years now! He sighed and
looked ahead of him into swelling waves in the distance. The
further back he looked, the larger the waves got, growing and
dying repeatedly until spinning out of control before him in a
mass of white. He wished he could go swimming but it was far to
risky in this weather!
���������� A few drops splashed against his legs and he
shuffled back, not caring about his shorts shovelling sand as
he did. At first, he thought the wave had splashed him, but
then a sequence of drops hit the top of his head. He looked up,
one eye squinting at the dark clouds. They were mastering a
plan above him and before he knew it, drops where catching his
nose and his forehead, followed by his hands and his legs.
Within seconds the rain started falling heavier, leaving him no
choice but to head back inside.
���������� He stood and dusted himself off with his hands - not
that it mattered if he were dirty, mum and dad wouldn't mind.
They never mind anymore! He looked ahead, past the seagull's
now flying for cover and began to run against the wind and the
gentle pitter-patter, toward the house.
���������� When he reached the decking, the sky let out an
almighty clapper, making him jump and bow his head into safety!
Now by the door and under cover, he turned and looked out into
the mist of rain pounding against the ground. After another
fierce throttle of thunder, Aden reached for the door, but as
he did, it slipped in his wet hand and slapped against the wall
in the breeze. Back and forth it went - whoosh, slap - whoosh,
���������� Off in the distance a car pulled up in a red Mini,
headlights on, and window wipers swishing. The man behind the
steering wheel turned off the engine and looked up at the
blonde woman in the passenger seat.
���������� "There it is!" he pointed passed her toward a white
beach house on her left.
���������� The woman winced "Where, I can't see it the rains
���������� The man lent over her, his chest rubbing against her
thighs causing her to giggle as he slowly wound the window
���������� "There, see it?" he sat up and pointed again.
���������� The woman looked out to see the white beach house,
getting a beating in the wind and rain. "That's it? It's not
that scary. Come on tell me the truth, you brought me
here so we could be alone together, right?" she said with a
gleam in her eye and reached for the back of his neck to pull
him toward her.
���������� "Shh…" he whispered sweetly and lent forward placing
a single kiss on her lips. "That house has a dark history. You
see, there was a family, a mother, father and a boy, who lived
there many years ago and one day, a windy, rainy day, the young
boy went out into the water for a swim, and never returned".
���������� "He drowned?" she asked with a sorry sigh.
���������� "Well, that's just it, no one knows…"
���������� "What happened to the rest of them, his mum and
dad?" she cut him off, eager to hear the rest.
���������� "They put the place up for sale, but nobody would
buy it because it was said the boy's spirit haunts the house."
���������� The woman turned toward the house again and watched
as the door�beat open in the wind - whoosh, slap - whoosh,
���������� "Apparently, strange things happen, like that door…"
���������� "Shut up, that's the wind and…." a flash of lighting
made her pause. She rolled her eye's and�gave in "Ok, let's get
the hell out of here. I'm starting to get the creeps!"
���������� The guy laughed and turned the engine, "It's just a
story, it's not..." a crack of thunder caught him off guard and
made him pause, his mouth half open. Headlights on, wipers
wishing, he reversed and then as fast he could, he�drove past
���������� Aden watched and waved�from�a window�in the beach
house as the red mini drove passed, hoping that they might see
him, but�luckily for them, they did not!