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Seashore

-The Man-

Beach.

A place made for relaxation, fun reunion and chick hunting.

Yeah. You can call me perv but seeing hot chicks with hourglass shape body and sexy booty, it really turns me on. It kinda makes me high too. You know.

Specially that oh so wet swimsuits, fresh from the sea, yeah. Definetly worth it.

When out of nowhere, I felt a sudden hard spank into my butt.

"Ouch!" aw! What the heck.

"Get your ass out there Larry. Hidding your ass from the bushes to peak on girls are so out of trend." she said in her monotone.

Ladies and Gentlemen, here we go again with another nagging episode from my younger sister Jennifer. I know. Such a nice sister. Anyways, I was about to protest from the accusement that I have received (though its true) when suddenly someone steals my spot light.

"Hey Jennifer. Want to have some cold tea? My treat." an old dude with curly shaggy hair and sun glasses approach her. I stood up and smile to see what Jennifer will react this time.

"Oh. That's cool. What's your name by the way?" she smile innocently and lend out her hand.

Ohh boy. If this dude knows what he's gonna experience. I pity him.

"Mike." the guy said and reach for Jennifer's hand for a hand shake. Jennifer gladly accept it but with a devilish smile. When there hands are closing in touch, something happen.

Zzzzzzttttttttt!*

"Aw! Freak! What the heck was that?!" the guy shouted while staring at his tomato shaking hand.

"Opps! Sorry. I forgot to remove this electric shocker." she innocently and sweetly smiled while generously showing what she is saying. The guy was about to shout a demand in our face when I smoothly place my hand at Jennifer waist and looked at the guy.

"Lets go babe. You shouldn't talk to freaks like them." and we left with giggles in our lips.

Every single day of summer. Jennifer encounters different men. Well, she quite have the talent and beauty. Red haired, 5'5" bloody red lips, lighter skin tone, 36-25-36 size and emerald eyes. She's definetly the girl of the town. Our youngest sister had also the beauty and brain, Melissa. That's her name, but she died when she was 14 and I was 18 back then. That was a 2 years ago when I was taking my sophomore years for college at the central city and our parents were busy operating our own-family business.

I was slowly drifting on the thought of recalling the past when Jennifer held my hand.
"Don't over think." she says. "Don't ever dare think of her." and Jennifer left me at the cotage. I released a loud sigh. 'I shouldn't think of her.' My mind says but my heart disagrees. What if Melissa got offended for not being thought of? That brat sure likes attention and once she have it, it cannot escape from her. That's how captivating our little girl is.

I stared at the white sands on the shore right infront of the cotage I live at. I can't help but remember when we were building our sandcastle, when we were laughing at the sand, when we wrote our names, when we made our sand angels. I remember. I can still clearly remember when the sands where no longer white but had turn red. I remember when she was killed that night.

It was a cold night at december, and the moon had gone missing along with the stars. I remember, when she said 'I'll go and fetch some sand so we can build a timer clock' and I just nodd knowing that she will be safe. We always did that ever time the moon had gone black and pretend to do some rituals. I was scared because the thing we do are some what wierd and realistic. Sometimes we call the wind and a wind blow. Sometimes we order the sea to pull its mantle and then it does. She told me it was science and remind me that she is the beauty and brain of the family. But this time, doubt creep in me like a mad man telling her not to go. I ignore the warning I felt. Trusting her that she will be well. That our Melissa will be safe, but she's not. It happened so fast that the last thing I saw was her chopped body and her blood spilling on the sand. I saw how she was killed like a pest and afterward her body remained there. It was the worst day of my life and I can't bare to speak just remembering her face. Remembering her plead. Remembering her last words.

"Do not look at his dark green eyes."

I was about to help her, to run on the shore but my knees failed me and my feet trembled as I saw those dark green eyes. Her words echoed like a creepy lullaby reminding not to look, but I failed.

I cannot really recall what happened next but ever since that night, that tragedy spread like a parasyte killing its host. I spend sleepless night after that incident and continued to have numerous hallucinations. It seems so real that the voice I heard where real plea for help. I've kept it for myself. I took the burden thinking that it was my punishment for not protecting our Melissa. But it did not stop. The terror had spread and the hallucinations that I thought were not. Every single night the killing continued. The screams where real. The chopped body I saw every where real. Everything was real. Real people died. Real people had suffer.

They were all real.

It went for the whole freaking year until Melissa's death anniversary came. And suddenly, everything stop. The screams, the bloodshed, the killing stop. And once again everything is peaceful.

Too peaceful.

"Larry!!"

"Woah! W-what?!" I was startled by Jennifer's voice.

"It's almost lunch time, duh? Are you in for some hunger strike or what?" she irritately said while both of her arms are crossed.

"Alright. Alright. I'm comming." I said and started to leave the cotage I was resting at. I gave a final glances at the sand where I last saw my sister breathing. But I cursed myself for doing that, because I was stunned on what I saw next.

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Blink
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