short stories(creepy, peaceful, or other)

deep thrill, two

    You are on a boat. The gushes of wind in the night fill your chest with butterflies. And it's not just the wind, but the familiar sound of children voices. It's like they're calling to you.
    The boat tilts back and forth, and back and forth, making it hard for you to stay awake. Your eyes close for a couple second, then you spring them back open. You don't want to slumber.
    Fog surrounds you. But the color wasn't white, more like pink or red. Strange, but not as strange as the echoing call of the voice in your head getting stronger.
    "Listen. . . . . . . . Listen. . . Don't . . . Turn. . . Around." It says, whispering. You're just tired, you think. Imagination.
    As the boat moves further into the fog, the urge to turn around binds you, but trying, at the same time, to get you to stop moving your foot to the left. It's hard. It's difficult not to stay still and look at the view in front.
    "Don't," it whispers again."stop. . . Nooooo!" You turn around completely. And, to your surprise, there was just nothing but tarp, and a fishing rod.
    You decide it's time to look forward again. And You do. But it's not at the fog, you're in the water. The cold salt water ocean. . .

And there's nothing but red.

I tried to make this one not too spooky. So just comment on it and tell me what you think.
I won't be working on these stories that often, but I'll try to write every day. School doesn't like my free time.