Hanging Rock

The sand was so white it would be mistaken for freshly fallen snow. The water in the valley was crystal blue and the overhang of the cliff was reflected almost perfectly on the surface. It all seems calm and peaceful until I saw the hut, the rotting wood was falling away making gaping holes in the walls. My feet sank into the sand as I took nervous steps toward the hut, my blood pumping in my ears, I was eager to prove there was nothing about this place, it was just a silly rock after all.