Creepypastas

Tides Turn

            Samantha McCormick sat in her chair in her study. She wasn’t reading a book or doing anything terribly important, but there was something on her mind which she felt needed her utmost attention. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it wouldn’t leave her be. If anything it reminded her of a slight whispering sound, as if someone was calling to her. Her study seemed to be the one area of her house where it seemed to be the loudest, but it was also the farthest back room of her house, closer to the beach where her house bordered. It was now that she finally understood, the source of the sound must be outside, but yet there was still no clarity, still nothing to go on.

            Before going outside, she listened to the whispering for a bit longer; just to be sure she was actually hearing it. It almost sounded as though there was a rising tone, a peak, and then the tone gradually dropped.

In and out, in and out.

She could vaguely understand the whispers. “This is (rising sound) what (peak, but couldn’t make out one of the words) want isn’t it? (falling tone)” It reminded her of a tide, like the ones out on the beach.

            Earlier she had received several calls. Lawsuit after lawsuit had fallen upon her. She had worked for a fast food joint, a CEO as a matter of fact. However this had not worked out so well for her. The food had become slightly contaminated, and now she was going under in dept. Nothing could help her now. She thought it should bother her more that her food had caused people to lose their lives, but they were nobodies, she was someone. Was.

She stood up from her chair, not content on discovering the source. This, and only this would bring her peace. It was something about the sound, she just wanted peace. She went outside, not bothering to close any doors behind her, and she didn’t worry herself with a coat. The night air was brisk at some point, then blistering cold at other points with the gusting wind pushing her closer. Closer to the beach. That was where she wanted to go anyhow; the whispers were drawing her closer. Ever closer.

            She was out on the beach now, looking off toward the water, the tides as a matter of fact. Tide in, tide out. Tide brings in some foam, and possibly a stick or two, tide takes out small pebbles taking in out into the water, but is always sure to bring something back in its place. She looked down into the water in the bright moon light. It was just so beautiful, such a beautiful sight.

            Leaves fell from the trees near by as the fresh fall breeze blew across the beach. Samantha got a quick sniff of that breeze, but inhaled deeply again hoping to get another taste. There were few things that she really enjoyed anymore. She looked up at the moon, hoping to prove herself wrong. And she was wrong to do so. The moon seemed to be looking down at her, watching her, judging her. It knew something, but wasn’t telling her. It was judging her.

            Tide in, tide out.

            Samantha looked down at the water; saw her own reflection in it. She kneeled down, hoping to hear the whispers a bit better. She saw her own reflection, felt it looking at her, and saw the reflections moon watching her too. What did they know? Something she didn’t? Of course they did, she had her secrets, and so why was it impossible for them not to have secrets of their own? She wasn’t going to tell hers, but she wanted to know theirs. She wanted to know what they were hiding; she wanted to know what was being whispered.

            She reached her hands into the water, touching it ever so gently. No, not touching the water, but rather touching the reflection, her reflection. Or was she the reflection. Thoughts that often shifted through her mind.

            She could barely hear the whispers. “This is what want isn’t it?” Was all she could hear. She tried listening carefully, hoping to hear something that she hadn’t heard before, but she knew she wasn’t going to get that. It was then that something impossible happened.

            A hand, her reflections hand reached out of the water and grabbed her wrist. She saw her reflection move its mouth. “This is what you want isn’t it?” The reflection said, speaking through the tides, or was it her mouth that those words had tumbled out of. No it wasn’t the reflections hand, her other hand was submerged too, right? She tried answering the reflection, to try and convince it to let go, that it was wrong.

            It’s wrong… Isn’t it? Samantha thought in her own head, but yet it seemed she couldn’t even answer herself.

            Samantha tried struggling, tried to pull herself free. She tried to free herself something she knew she could do, but it was then that she realized, this was no different than what she was living. Yes she wanted the waves, the waves of change. She let herself go, falling into the water. The currents weren’t weak, and made it easy for her to drift out further. She was pulled down further by the undercurrent, as though weights were attached to her feet. Yes this was what she wanted. The waves of change, that’s what she wanted.

            Tides in, tides out.

            The tides leave something new, and bring in something old.

            Tides in, tides out.