3 tail of Horror & Fear on the Beaches

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00:00A few months ago, in the spring, I found myself in a strange limbo.

00:05I'd graduated college a semester early, a decision that felt brilliant when I was buried in assignments, but left me adrift with too much free time.

00:13My full-time job wasn't starting until June, and most of my friends were tied up with finals or classes.

00:19I was stuck in Pennsylvania, floating between life phases, feeling restless and unproductive.

00:26That aimless period made me jump at any chance to feel useful.

00:30When my mom asked me to check on my Uncle Rick's Beach House in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, I didn't hesitate.

00:36It was a simple task, drive just over two hours, ensure nothing was leaking or damaged, and handle minor maintenance to save Rick some cash.

00:45The house, a massive place that hosts my extended family's rowdy summer gatherings, felt like a familiar escape.

00:51I set out on a random weekday, maybe a Thursday, in the late afternoon, which, looking back, wasn't the smartest choice.

01:00The drive was smooth, and when I arrived, everything seemed normal.

01:04I worked through Rick's checklist.

01:06Faucets, breakers, property walkthrough.

01:09The house was fine, but eerily quiet without the usual chaos of family board games and drunken laughter.

01:15The silence was unsettling.

01:17I'm used to the house bursting with noise.

01:20Twenty-five relatives crammed together, playing games and drinking too much.

01:24Alone, it felt abandoned, almost spooky.

01:28I texted my mom to say I'd stay overnight to avoid driving in the dark, a decision she supported.

01:33I thanked Rick, made some food, and settled in for the night.

01:37With the house to myself, I decided to treat myself to the master bedroom on the second floor.

01:43It's a luxurious space with a private bathroom, a huge walk-in closet, and an incredibly comfortable bed.

01:50During family gatherings, I'm usually stuck in a cramped third-floor room, so this felt like a rare indulgence.

01:56I climbed into bed around midnight and fell asleep quickly.

01:59Something jolted me awake in the middle of the night.

02:02I found myself groggy.

02:04I was certain I'd heard a noise from my closet, like something had fallen.

02:08My heart raced as I glanced toward my closet door, but my body refused to move.

02:13It wasn't sleep paralysis, not exactly.

02:16I could move, but fear paralyzed me in place, dreading what might be lurking.

02:20I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep, but just as I did, a muffled thump came from the closet.

02:27I squinted my eyes, trying to convince myself I'd imagined it.

02:31But I knew I hadn't.

02:33Then, suddenly, as if some force took over, I froze completely, true paralysis this time.

02:40I couldn't move, couldn't breathe properly, as the closet door slowly creaked open.

02:45Through my barely open eyes, I saw a shadowy figure step into the room.

02:50It stood beside my bed, motionless, watching me.

02:54Seconds stretched into an eternity, maybe twenty minutes in total, before it silently turned and left.

03:00My stomach churned as whispers of footsteps creaked, not downstairs, but up to the third floor, where the only staircase led with no way out.

03:09My heart was terrified.

03:11My mind screamed to act, but I couldn't overpower an intruder, especially if they were armed.

03:16After agonizing moments, I whispered for grab my phone and dialed 911, whispering that someone was in the house.

03:23I locked my bedroom door and waited, heart-pounding, until police lights flashed outside my window.

03:30They arrived faster than I expected.

03:32I ran downstairs, threw open my door, and nearly collapsed with relief.

03:37The officers stormed inside, sweeping the house swiftly.

03:41They returned quickly, claiming it was empty.

03:44I was stunned, disbelief.

03:46I was sure I'd heard footsteps go upstairs, with no way out.

03:50They insisted that intruder must have slipped past me in my panic, unnoticed.

03:55I wasn't convinced enough to let them leave, so I called Rick.

03:58He was furious and demanded they search again, stressing my safety.

04:02I followed, watching officers check every closet, under beds, even tapping walls for hidden spaces.

04:09They double-checked doors and windows, and that's when they found it.

04:13A third-floor bedroom window, the one I'd normally sleep in, was unlocked.

04:18One officer stayed by my door, while another went outside of my back deck.

04:22I followed, too scared to stay inside.

04:25The officer scanned my property with his flashlight, then aimed it at my roof.

04:29My blood ran cold, froze.

04:31There, sitting on my roof, was shivering a bald man in tattered clothes, looking like he'd never bathed in years.

04:39The next hour was a blur of chaos.

04:41The police got him down, and cuffed him swiftly.

04:44They said he was likely homeless, squatting in my house for days, maybe longer.

04:49He didn't answer their questions about how he got in, or why he was in my closet.

04:52Just stared blankly.

04:54They took him away, but the mystery lingered.

04:57How had he reached my roof?

04:59Why my closet?

05:00Rick and I couldn't make sense of it at all.

05:02The roof was inaccessible from my ground, and my family urged Rick to boost security.

05:07But he refused for reasons I don't grasp.

05:09The thought that I'd almost slept in that third-floor room chills me still.

05:13Had I been there, that night might have ended differently.

05:17That experience left me rattled, doubting safety in familiar spaces.

05:22Meanwhile, my buddy Mike invited me to his family's beach house on my Jersey shore that summer.

05:27It's a breathtaking property, passed down for generations.

05:31Mike's grandparents once lived there, but after their recent passing, it stood mostly dormant.

05:36His parents considered renting it out, but finding off-season tenants was tough, so he had free reign.

05:43In mid-July, Mike asked if I'd join for a weekend getaway.

05:46I had no plans, and the idea of chilling at a stunning beach house was enticing.

05:51It wasn't a wild party, just a relaxed escape.

05:54We lived nearby, so he picked me up that Friday.

05:57I tossed my duffel in his trunk, and we drove off, arriving around 6 p.m.

06:02That night, the house had that classic beachy smell, salty air mixed with aged wood, nostalgic yet comforting.

06:10We dropped my bag in upstairs bedrooms and grabbed subs from a local shop.

06:13That evening, we strolled the beach, fishing with rods Mike brought along.

06:18It was less about catching fish than soaking in the calm, with waves.

06:22We met two girls our age, barefoot along my shore.

06:26Mike, ever my charmer, struck up a chat.

06:29They were locals.

06:29We talked lightly, swap numbers laughed.

06:33Later, we found a quiet beach Nook Mike knew, hidden from lights, private.

06:38It was my kind of night that made life's stresses vanish into waves.

06:42The next morning, we jogged a few miles on my boardwalk.

06:46A breeze off my ocean kept us cool.

06:48The day slipped by lazily, lounging, sun soaking.

06:52By evening, Mike floated hitting seaside bars, but we were beat.

06:56Sun had drained us in a good way.

06:58Tired.

06:59Tea.

07:00We crashed early.

07:01Crashed.

07:02After midnight's hush, a piercing screech ripped my sleep apart.

07:06A smoke detector's shrill alarm.

07:08Slicing silence.

07:10I stumbled out, scanning for smoke's source.

07:13Not my room.

07:14Not second floor above.

07:16Panicked.

07:16I roused Mike.

07:17We bolted a third.

07:19Lights blazing, expecting flames.

07:21Nothing.

07:22We scoured, cursing for that noise's root.

07:25No fire.

07:26No smoke.

07:27Just eerie calm.

07:28In a bedroom.

07:30Under pillow, I found it a black box, walkie-talkie-sized, blinking red, and one switch.

07:35I flipped it.

07:36Silence.

07:37Mike's eyes wide.

07:38We'd never seen it.

07:39What was this thing?

07:40We debated an hour.

07:42What was...

07:43How it got there.

07:44Why it screamed.

07:45No sense emerged.

07:46Mike swore his kin hadn't visited in months.

07:49I trusted him.

07:50Who'd hide it?

07:51Then it struck.

07:52I flipped that switch.

07:54My beeping roared.

07:55Died off.

07:56Manual.

07:57Someone was here.

07:58Mike's call hit 911.

08:00I bar my door.

08:01We waited.

08:02Hearts racing.

08:03For cops.

08:04They came.

08:05Swept my house.

08:06We stood outside.

08:08Their news froze us.

08:09Third floor windows wide.

08:11Boots flipped.

08:12Drawers gutted.

08:14My device room trashed.

08:15Though neat when we'd searched.

08:17Tuck gone.

08:18No intruder.

08:19No clues.

08:21Just chaos.

08:22My prints.

08:22Weapons.

08:23Cops said lock windows.

08:25Call of trouble stirred.

08:26Tee my hand shook.

08:27Someone been here.

08:28Maybe unhinged.

08:30Tee we stayed.

08:31Too rattled to drive.

08:33Left.

08:34At dawn.

08:35Nothing else struck.

08:36But questions gnawed.

08:37Did they ever leave?

08:39Years prior.

08:40At 22.

08:41Fresh from college.

08:43Another beach house.

08:44Shook my core.

08:45I lived home in PA.

08:47Saving.

08:47Rent free.

08:48Blissful.

08:49Yet.

08:50A month in.

08:51Unease crept.

08:52One weekend.

08:53Lynn's invite.

08:54Her family's beach house.

08:56A private beach paradise.

08:57And modern.

08:58Tucked away.

08:59Drew me sab T.

09:01Her parents wealth.

09:02Their home sleek.

09:04A bunker.

09:05Not a villa.

09:06Stun T.

09:07We bunked in one room.

09:09Giggling.

09:09G three nights.

09:11Perfect escape.

09:12I'm no party girl.

09:13Hiking.

09:14Games.

09:15Light sips.

09:16But I'd loosen up.

09:17Sip that beach vibe.

09:18Night one.

09:19We stargazed on their beach.

09:21Claws.

09:22White music waves.

09:23A flicker glowed far shore.

09:25A flashlight.

09:26Swaying.

09:27It mesmerized.

09:28Eerie.

09:29Soon.

09:30Figures neared.

09:31Laughing.

09:32Three or four.

09:33Strolling.

09:34Just kids.

09:36Our age.

09:37Maybe.

09:37Easing our tents.

09:39There were three guys.

09:40Beachy.

09:41Beach older.

09:42Tea.

09:43Tea.

09:43Their vibe clicked.

09:45Thea.

09:45Flirty.

09:46Swooned.

09:47We drank.

09:48Laughed.

09:49Enmeshed an hour.

09:50Easy reel.

09:51H.

09:51They invited.

09:52I yawned.

09:53Split.

09:54My pals went.

09:55I washed.

09:56Crashed in bunk alone.

09:58Tea apiece.

09:59Three colon thirty threes.

10:01Face time.

10:02Lin scream woke me.

10:03Thea.

10:04Sap kidnapped.

10:05Grab her keys.

10:06My heart stopped.

10:08Ice.

10:08Adrenaline.

10:09I dressed.

10:10Shaking.

10:11Sprinting downstairs.

10:13Why'd she call me?

10:13Not cops.

10:14Tea she had.

10:16Needed me fast.

10:17I followed her.

10:18Voice guiding.

10:19Gate keys.

10:20Cargo.

10:21I sped left.

10:22Beach side ten.

10:23Her cars make direction.

10:25I flew.

10:26Reckless.

10:27Nobody'd out.

10:28Spotted ahead.

10:29Matched.

10:30I called.

10:31Nine one one.

10:32Trail far.

10:33Cops lights flashed soon.

10:34They didn't bolt.

10:36Thought unrelated.

10:37The scream tore through the night.

10:39Sharp and desperate.

10:41Swallowed by the crashing waves before it could reach another soul.

10:44I froze on the deserted boardwalk of Blackthorn Beach.

10:48North Carolina.

10:49My breath catching as the wind carried a faint, guttural moan from the shore.

10:54My flashlight flickered.

10:55Its beam trembling over the dunes.

10:57Where something moved.

10:59Too tall.

11:00Too wrong.

11:01Slipping into the shadows.

11:03I should have turned back.

11:04But the pull of that scream.

11:06Human yet not.

11:08Dragged me toward the sand.

11:09I'd come to Blackthorn for solitude.

11:12A week to escape the grind of my city job.

11:14The town was a ghost of its summer self.

11:17Shuttered shops.

11:18Empty motels.

11:19And a beach locals avoided after dark.

11:22My rental cottage sat on a lonely stretch.

11:25Its windows rattling in the constant wind.

11:27The first night, I'd noticed the silence, broken only by the ocean's relentless roar.

11:33Locals whispered about Blackthorn's history of the gas station, where I stocked up.

11:38A grizzled cashier muttered about shipwrecks and missing fishermen, his eyes darting to

11:43the beach beyond.

11:44Don't walk the shore at night, he warned, bagging my groceries.

11:49I laughed it off, but his words clung to me like damp sand.

11:52That scream wasn't my first warning.

11:54The previous evening, I found strange tracks outside my cottage.

11:59Long, webbed imprints, too large for any animal I knew.

12:03They led from the dunes to my porch, stopping at the door.

12:06I'd swept them away, blaming my imagination, but sleep didn't come easy.

12:11The air felt heavy, watchful.

12:14Tonight, restless, I'd wandered to the boardwalk, ignoring the cashier's advice.

12:19The scream had come from the north, where the beach curved into jagged cliffs.

12:23My flashlight caught glints of wet sand and driftwood, but the dunes loomed like silent

12:29signals.

12:31I stepped on a beach, my sneakers sinking, heart pounding.

12:35The wind carried a stench, rotten fish, and something sweeter, like decay.

12:40I gagged, covering my nose, and swept my light across the shore.

12:45A shape lay ahead, half buried in the sand.

12:48A pile of seaweed, I thought, until it twitched.

12:51My beam froze on it, revealing a mass of glistening limbs, tangled and wrong.

12:57I stumbled back, my light shaking.

13:00The thing didn't move again, but the sand around it rippled, as if something beneath stirred.

13:05I turned to run, but another sound stopped me.

13:08A low, wet gurgle from the cliffs.

13:11It wasn't human, but it mimicked pain, luring me closer.

13:15My legs moved against my will.

13:18The cliffs rose like black teeth against the moonless sky.

13:21My flashlight caught a cave mouth, its edges slick with algae.

13:25The gurgle came from within, echoing off wet stone.

13:29I stood at the entrance, pulse racing, knowing I should flee.

13:34But the sound shifted, almost a word.

13:36My name hissed in a voice like drowning.

13:39I stepped inside, the cave swallowing my light.

13:43The air was thick, salty, and warm, like breath.

13:47My beam fell on carvings in the walls, spirals and grotesque figures.

13:51Half human, half fish, with hollow eyes.

13:55The gurgle grew louder, joined by a scraping, like claws on stone.

13:59I turned to run, but the cave mouth was gone.

14:02Paniclaw my chest.

14:03I swung my flashlight, its beam catching glints of movement, scuttling shapes just beyond the light.

14:11The carvings seemed to writhe, their eyes following me.

14:14The gurgle became laughter, low and mocking, filling the cave.

14:19I backed away, my heel catching on something soft.

14:22I looked down, my light revealing a hand, pale, webbed, with two long fingers, reaching from the floor.

14:30It grabbed my ankle, cold and slimy, yanking me down.

14:34I screamed, kicking free, and scrambled to my feet.

14:38The laughter stopped, replaced by a chorus of hisses, closing in.

14:42My flashlight died, plunging me into darkness.

14:46Blind, I ran, hand-scraping walls, tripping over unseen rocks.

14:51The hisses followed, sharp and hungry, their claws clicking behind me.

14:55My foot splashed into water, ankle-deep, icy, reeking of rot.

15:01I waded forward, praying for an exit, but the water rose to my knees, then my waist.

15:07Something brushed my leg, sinuous and alive.

15:11I flailed, my hand finding a ledge.

15:14I hauled myself up, gasping, and felt a draft.

15:18Air from somewhere ahead.

15:19The hisses grew frantic, splashing below.

15:22I crawled, stones cutting my palms, until my fingers found an opening.

15:27I squeezed through, tumbling onto wet sand.

15:30The oceans roared deafening.

15:32I was back on the beach, the cliffs behind me.

15:35My flashlight was gone, but starlight showed the shore, stretching empty.

15:40The hisses faded, but the air felt wrong, charged with menace.

15:44I ran for the boardwalk, my lungs burning, not daring to look back.

15:48The cottage's lights glowed ahead, a beacon of safety.

15:53I burst inside, locking the door, my hands shaking.

15:56The windows rattled harder, the wind howling like a living thing.

16:01I checked every room, every closet, finding nothing but my own fear.

16:06Exhausted, I sank onto the couch, clutching a kitchen knife, listening to the storm outside.

16:12Sleep was impossible.

16:13At dawn, I packed my bag, desperate to leave Blackthorn, but as I stepped outside, I froze.

16:20The sand around the cottage was covered in tracks, hundreds of web prints, circling the house, leading to the porch.

16:27They stopped at the door, as if something had stood there, waiting.

16:31I dropped my bag, my knees weak.

16:33I drove to the gas station, the cashier's face paling when I told them what happened.

16:38You saw them, he whispered, crossing himself, the drowned ones.

16:43They've claimed that beach for centuries.

16:45He refused to say more, shoving my change at me.

16:49I left, vowing never to return, but Blackthorn didn't let me go.

16:53That night, in a motel three towns away, I woke to a scratching at my window.

16:58I pulled the curtain, hardened my throat, and saw nothing but wet streaks on the glass, like webbed fingers had pressed there.

17:05The smell of rot lingered, faint but unmistakable.

17:09I moved inland, far from any coast, but the nightmares followed.

17:14I see the cave, the carvings, and those hands reaching from the dark.

17:19Sometimes, I hear my name in the wind, hissed in that drowning voice.

17:24I avoid water, showers, lakes, even rain, terrified of what might emerge.

17:29Last week, I found sand in my shoes, gritty and damp, though I hadn't been near a beach in months.

17:36A faint gurgle woke me last night, coming from the bathroom.

17:40I didn't check.

17:41I can't.

17:42Blackthorn's reach is long, and I fear the drowned ones aren't done with me.

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