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Spirit of the beach house

Short Story by: Nixie

Summary

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 his damp hair clung to his cheeks, sand gathered. The seagulls enjoyed watching from the fence that surrounded the single beach house, sat behind him. They sang out at random intervals, making Aden look round ever time, only to be left disappointed.

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Submitted: March 16, 2008

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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, slap!
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 too heavy!”
The man lent over her, his chest rubbing against her thighs causing her to giggle as he slowly wound the window down.
“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 doorbeat open in the wind - whoosh, slap – whoosh, slap!
"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 andgave 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, hedrove past the house.
Aden watched and wavedfroma windowin the beach house as the red mini drove passed, hoping that they might see him, butluckily for them, they did not!


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Spirit of the beach house

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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 his damp hair clung to his cheeks, sand gathered. The seagulls enjoyed watching from the fence that surrounded the single beach house, sat behind him. They sang out at random intervals, making Aden look round ever time, only to be left disappointed.

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