Nobody But Me

The warm dry, ashy sand nessles between my toes as I walk down the spacious stormy beach in deep thought. I twist my head around, almost as swiftly as an owl. The low brushing sound of waves clashing fills the air. I breath in the strong intoxicating scent of salt infested water. Nobody is on this beach. Nobody but me. Not even a bird. It’s almost like a revery come true. The weeping clouds in the sky look down at me, showing remorse and sorrow. It’s about to rain and I can already sense thunder by looking at the grey horizon. The dim atmosphere is so perfectly gloomy it makes my heart feel delighted. Only a secluded beach can improve my sour mood. I’ve been dumped, discarded like trash. No one seems to understand heartbreak like nature does. The unsettled thunder and lightning foreshadows a destruction that mirrors my inner turmoil. There an ocean of its own raging inside my being. Yearning for love and redemption. I dip my feet in the foaming water on the empty shoreline, save for the several seashells distributed nicely across the dampened sand.. It’s cold, dominant and intimidating. It stings me like a bee and stuns me like a taser. I step back onto the damp sand. It’s all flat and smooth and looks untouched. The whole beach looks like it hasn’t been visited by human life in ages and no visible prints can be detected by the human eye. I strut back into the freezing ocean water as tiny rain drops start falling on my bare skin. The slight earthy smell of rain arises. I forcefully pull myself into the water until I’m waist deep and shivering because of the biting frozen cold water. I swish around and work my way out again, shying away from the icey cold. I’m even more cold now. Now it’s starting to pour and it’s also windy as fuck. It’s eating at my body parts and making me numb. No wonder this place is so unpopular at the moment. I glance to left then to my right. I see something. Something unexpected and strange. I long trail of footsteps, leading to the middle of the beach. No more. And there doesn’t seem to be anyone around either. So whose are they? Why did the footsteps just. Stop. I speed up and follow the steps that I swear were not there before I got into the water. They’re 100% human. Maybe female? I follow about ten meters worth of footsteps and then they just, end. I flinch when a loud booming sound of thunder and lighting overpowers the sky and surprises my ears. I should leave. This isn’t normal. There’s no way there’s no other visable footsteps _and_ no one around either. I run. Run up the beach, and to the car park where my ride awaits. I turn around once more hoping to see other people also inhabiting the beach, ones who may own those unsettling prints. But what I see stops my heart. A woman. Dressed in ragged white with overgrown black hair floating above the water and defying gravity. Bloody hands. Pale skin and hands in the shape of feet. I then spot a sign. It reads, _permanently closed due to abnormal and seriously paranormal activity please do not enter this beach_. I don’t what really went down that day, but I know I won’t be going back. I still think about it and wonder if it was just a hallucination or maybe twisted reality.