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Sea Spirits part 2

After the loss of the entire Monclaire family, chaos in the village ensued. The rain crashed down harder than it ever had, and damage levels were rising. Yes, many people were lost that night, but all of the Monclaire's were taken, Mrs Monclaire by her own willing a few days after the storm,

And it was exactly a week later that little Bobby Archer went missing.

One by one, the children went missing. Every night, a child disappeared from their locked bedrooms. The locals were petrified. Where were the children? Who was next? Who was taking them?

It wasn't until the missing children all appeared floating lifeless in the bay, did they realise that the water was truly against them.

Next, their tap water scorched their hands, boiling water was all that would come through. Everyone saw the blisters on everyone else's hands, red and raw. The streets stank of smoke, thick and choking, however, there was no smoke to be seen. Sleep paralysis gripped all, and when they finally woke, screams filled the streets, as they were unsure what was simply dreams, and what was reality.

"We must put an end to this!" the townspeople cried, blistered, exhausted and filthy. But they were merely modern mortals. what did they know magic and gods? Spirits and demons?

They had no way to start.

"Grandma Monclaire knew magic! Perhaps her journals hold the answer?" A young teenage girl piped up. She had been a best friend of the Monclaire daughter, and she watched as the Ferris wheel plunged into the sea.

But the townspeople were nervous. Grandma Moclaire was an old woman in her time, a self-proclaimed witch, though no one believed it. Whenever she opened her window, the stink of burning herbs and candles always flowed into the street. She scared everyone, and people rarely spoke to her. She loved her family, and her family loved her. Was she taking revenge?

Nobody wanted to enter the Monclaire house, so three teenagers broke in one night to look for an answer themselves. A storm raged that night, and screams were carried on the wind.

The next morning, the bodies of the three teens were strung up outside the Monclair house. 

Drowned.

By nightfall, the town had been abandoned and burnt to the ground. NOthing was to remain.

But the sea spirits refused to leave, and now they are everywhere, anywhere, and you cannot escape.