Sometimes the night seems to know things.
Richard heard it in sound of the crashing surf, muffled but still audible from out of sight just over the dunes. He saw it in the way the tall grass trembled in the breeze. The way the ghost crabs crept out of their holes in the sand at the edge of the campfire’s light, ready to dart back in at the first sign of danger.
Now, THIS is how you do a horror short.
That was a great beginning!
Don’t think it’s the beginning. I think that’s the whole shebang. Check it out!