I've been vacationing on the shores of North Carolina since I was a child - an August week filled with the same nostalgia-filled restaurants, shops, and parks. This was a year of new memories - a different month, a different town, a different beach house.
As mom and I peered up at the house at the end of the cul-de-sac, the beachfront mansion plus pool, my mom said, "It was cheaper than all of the other houses."
"You realize that's the opening line of several horror stories, right." I asked. "You rented us a haunted house didn't you?"
A tour of the house revealed several creepy features - light switches & mirrors in obscure places, doors that looked like they were part of the wall, a bulky ceiling fixture adorned with spear-like bottoms, a mysterious light inside a locked closet, and phosphorescent sand that glowed upon impact - I swear I'm not making up that sand tidbit! It does exist. Apparently it has something to do with the algae.
I waited for that moment all week - the moment when I realized we really were in a horror movie. But we're approaching the end of the week and it seems we all survived.
So instead I've spent the week coming up with beach-themed suspense story one-liners. Each could be an opening to a different story in a vacation thriller anthology.
The beach was supposed to be private,
but she didn't recognize the shadow looming over her.
but she didn't recognize the shadow looming over her.
Maybe Bloody Marys were a bad idea.
The towel hung over the banister,
still a reminder of everything that had happened.
still a reminder of everything that had happened.
From the serenity of the pool,
they hadn't a clue what was happening on the other side of the dune.
they hadn't a clue what was happening on the other side of the dune.
A riptide warning was in effect,
but this wasn't the ocean pulling her by the feet.
but this wasn't the ocean pulling her by the feet.
Now your turn - any beach-themed one-liners you'd use? They can be opening lines, closing sentences, or book-blurbs.
And as I'm putting the finishing touches on this post...
a man strolls off the boardwalk and into our backyard.
He carries a large net and wears an official-looking t-shirt.
We assume he's the poolboy....
One more night in the creepy house.
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