In Between

The Beach

The island was deserted at this time of day, the cool sea breeze ruffling the overgrown grass and dunes.
Edwards Island was a thriving tourist destination because of its picturesque coastline, a favorite spot for surfing and beachcombing.
I stood in my grandmother's house with a heavy heart. She had passed away a few days earlier and I was still feeling the grief of her loss. The memories of her and the stories she used to tell about the island and our family's history weighed on my mind. She had told me the Adler women were important because of their unique psychic connection to The Sunken and how they were the only ones who could possibly stop them. I used to think my grandmother was simply telling me stories just from her imagination. But now as I walked along the desolate beach, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was truth in her words.

As I looked out towards the sea, a sudden movement caught my eye, something stirring amidst the crashing waves. As I strained my eyes to see clearer, the form in the ocean grew defined. It was a glitching figure, shimmering like a mirage in the distance.
*The Adlers will fall...*
Just then, a strange sensation washed over me, sending chills down my spine. The voice, distant yet clear, seemed to echo in my mind, making me shiver from the chilling realization that the tales my grandmother told might actually be true.
Just then, I felt a strong urge to understand what my grandmother had been talking about.
I scrambled to her library to find her journal , hoping to uncover more about The Sunken and our family's history.
Rifling through the worn pages of her journal, I discovered cryptic passages and drawings that hinted at a hidden world beyond the veil of reality. That veil was a thin line between life and death. Suddenly, my grandmother's warnings about the dangers of meddling in the affairs of The Sunken seemed all too pertinent.
As I delved deeper into the cryptic passages and intricate drawings within her journal, a sense of foreboding washed over me, realizing that my grandmother's cautionary tales were not merely folklore but a chilling reality. The Sunken, shrouded in mystery and peril, beckoned from the shadows of my grandmother's words, a realm where the boundaries between life and death blurred into obscurity. With each revelation, I felt the weight of her warnings pressing upon me, urging caution in the face of the unknown. The thin line between curiosity and danger seemed perilously close, and I couldn't shake the feeling that delving further into the secrets of The Sunken could lead to consequences beyond my wildest imaginings. These were no ordinary ghosts you'd find in any old ghost story, these were angry, vengeful beings that were wanting revenge and would do anything to get it.
Suddenly, I was overcome with an overwhelming surge of a supernatural energy clouding my mind. In the vision, I saw my friends: Alex, Jonas, Ren, Nona, and Clarissa hanging out on the beach. Alex had a radio with her and was rotating the dial, tuning in to the signal of the Sunken.
I woke up from the vision feeling freaked out by what I saw. I needed to warn my friends.