I like the beach, it’s so beautiful and bright at day, the water glistening from the reflections of sunlight. It’s quiet and nostalgic at night, crickets chirping, the waves blindly crashing onto the sand, slowly pulling back.

I went there at night, the beach, knowing I was going to peacefully lay there on the cool sand, it wrapping me in its infinite arms.

That’s not what happened. It was there, the man, he was big, overwhelming. He was walking with might, carrying something, someone. There she was, lifeless, her cold purple hands, dragging a trail in the sand. Her face covered in blonde thick hair.

She didn’t know the man was a psycho. She didn’t know her life would end today, she was in her late twenties, young yet seemingly independent.

The man, placed her body on the sand. His face ragged and tired. She must of put up a fight.

Slowly he immersed her, her face slowly disappearing into the almost infinite space of the Ocean.

The sand under her, sliding her deeper in, taking her, until she was gone.

I don’t like the beach, it’s hot and loud at day, the sand stinging your feet every step you take, telling you to turn around. It’s dark and gloomy at night, the sand wraps its infinite arms around you, taking you, just like it took her.