Little Emily was playing in the sand when something happened. Something cold brushed against her foot. She screamed, jumping up and running to get her parents. She dragged them back to her spot and they searched for anything that could have touched her. But all they found was sand. Pure, white sand. No crabs. No half-buried bottles. Nothing. After a long comforting talk, Little Emily sat back down and they returned to their chairs.
A few minutes later, Little Emily was finishing a sandcastle when something happened. Pain bit her foot. Hot. Fire poured through her leg and she screamed again. And she jumped up again.
But she couldn't run to her Mommy and Daddy that time, not without her pinky toe.
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Sun, Sweat, And Screams (Another Summer of No Sleep)
TerrorTime for the beach. Time for the pool. Time for more horrors that dwell under the ocean's surface and hide in sand. New stories about the summer going wrong.
