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The Night a Ghost Called Me Into the Sea

hen I was a small little girl, my family took me to a seaside resort. The first night I was there, I slept alone in a tiny room adjacent to my parents. Dont' know why, but I woke up and saw a shadow outside my window. Now, being stupid and not knowing any better, I snuck outside to see who it was, and next thing I knew, there were screams and shouts and somebody was shaking me. It turned out, I was neck-deep in the water, and would have drowned had a night security man not seen me walk into the water. He said he waded in and dragged me out, but he said that the current was dragging me back in and it was very strong and he could barely hold on to me. And I was sleeping through all this, mind you. The water was freezing and he was yelling for help, and I slept through all this. I then told my parents that there was an older boy...he must have been around twelve or fourteen (I was only about six then). He had waited for me outside, and when he saw me, he smiled at me and told me that he had been waiting for me. He took me by the hand and took me towards the ocean and he said something like "I want to show you something, Kelly. I've been keeping it, especially for you and I want you to see it. Come with me."
I'm not exactly sure of the wording, but that's what I remember. Anyway, I told my parents that, and as it turned out, there was a boy who drowned there only a few years before. People had often seen him at dusk, standing at the edge of the water, waiting for something or somebody. Turned out, he was waiting for me! I never found out what the boy was going to show me. The night watchman pulled me out before I could see what all the fuss was about. The resort has since been demolished and a casino is in its place, but the memory of that night remains with me, and I'm still alive today only because I got lucky that there was a night watchman on duty who ran after a little girl in a white nightgown, walking slowly into the waves.
MLK
   Friday, May 17, 2002 at 23:02:27 (PDT)


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MLK: good job!

Actually I didn't read it (apart from maybe the first few sentences). But I think maybe you should go for some writing competition. Judging from the number of details you can put into the story, I am sure my Creative Writing teacher from High School would say you have a writing talent! =)

Anyways, I didn't mean to imply that you were trying to make it scary on purpose, but I guess I can just visualise and feel things rather well, and that's why I get scared when I read stories like this (yours by far wasn't the first). Maybe I just take things too seriously.
eastern-european canadian girl
Thursday, July 25, 2002 at 10:09:50 (PDT)
1/2LostSoul

I agree. The present and the future are more important, but that doesn't mean we should not try to understand the past. After all, the past is what shaped our present and what guides us into our future. There are many ways you can look at this phenomenon. 1. It's a childhood's overactive imagination caused by eating too much lolipops and icecream. 2. It's a premonition of something that may happen in the future. 3. It's a memory of something that happened in the far past.

Me, I prefer to think it's either #2 or #3.

Of course, having said all this, it could be 4. A wet dream. :)
MLK
Tuesday, July 23, 2002 at 22:57:41 (PDT)
eastern-european girl (from Canada)

Jeez, I'm sorry I scared you. I actually was not even trying to make the story scary. If I really wanted to, I could write this very same story, but in much more realistic details that would scare the pants off you. It would start off something like this...

...The air was much chillier than a midsummer night had a right to be. Far to my left, the hum of the window air-conditioning unit, which had initially kept a pleasant vibrato that lulled me to sleep, eventually dragged me out of my pleasant floating half-dreaming state when the air in the room became colder and colder as the night progressed. I snuggled deep under the thin hotel blanket and shivered. I missed home, and my own tiny bed with Mr. Dimples, my worn and weary, but much-loved stuffed teddy bear. But Mom and Dad were sleeping just a wall away, and I could always knock on the adjourning door if I really needed them. But I was a big girl. At almost seven years old, there was no need for me to come running to Mom every time I was the slightest bit...no, of course I'm not scared.

I opened my eyes and peeked out from under the blanket. There wasn't much furniture in the room to speak of--two arm chairs on each side of a table holding a large lamp and a phone, and two side tables on both sides of my bed. And aside from the red glow coming from the clock on the table to my right-hand side, there was nothing else remotely sinister. There was nobody in the room but me.

It was getting far too cold in here.

I squeezed my eyes shut and willed myself to get out of bed. I was a big girl, almost seven. I could get myself over to the window and figure out how to turn that air-conditioner off! I held my breath and stuck my left foot out from under the covers--and nearly lost my nerve as well as the contents of my bladder. It was so cold! Quickly, before I lost my nerve, I threw the covers off and ran towards the window AC unit. The air from the vent blew into my face, freezing my nose and tangling my long hair into impossible knots. I squinted in the darkened room, trying to see where the 'off' switch was located. There! Last one from the right. My finger was poised on the button, ready to push it when something appeared at the top of my periphery. I glanced up and saw a shadow emerging just behind the curtain that covered the window on top of the AC unit. What in the world? I turned my focus onto the dark image silhoueting the curtain. The shadowy shape grew indistinct. I felt my eyes going in and out of focus as I struggled to make out the strange shape. It was no use. I could no longer focus. There was only one thing to do.

With one quick motion, I threw aside the curtain...
MLK
Tuesday, July 23, 2002 at 22:39:16 (PDT)
forge

That's what I've been hearing on this board. If that's truly the case, then I do believe I've been ghost-led. Ooooh, that makes my skin crawl. I hope I never experience anything like that again in my life. It's not good for the tranquility of life to be seeing ghosts all the time. Maybe we need somebody to talk to these ghosts and try to find a way for them to find their way out of this plane of existence. I would hate to be stuck with no way to get out, but I wouldn't want somebody to die just so I could leave either. There's got to be another way out for them!
MLK
Tuesday, July 23, 2002 at 21:50:27 (PDT)

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