Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24859608-20140612173104

Beach



About 2001, it was the middle of June. We were from that part of California that no one knew about. It was a beach town no one really knew what it's called however. It appears to be in a foreign language that not one person understood. What we know now is that the language was in the native Finland language of Sami. The town was áksát-váibmu, which means Axe-Heart to modern translation. Anyway, my mom told us we were going to a lake not that far by next week. Then camping there for a few days.



There have been many legends of paranormal activity on the beaches here, so my mom was too scared to actually go to the Beach. Which explains the whole lake thing. However, maybe about 5 days into preparation, I begged to my mom to go to the real beach. That ghosts aren't real and that nothing bad is gonna happen. She was convinced, and we went to the beach instead, but just for one day. Which means we spent a lot of time putting clothes back.



It was a Saturday morning when we arrived at the beach access, well, I can see where my mom gets it from. The nice luscious beach houses you typically see, are baron and run down. The pier is rusty, the water is choppy, the sky was real dark and cloudy, yet not a drop of rain.. However, nothing strange, dare I say, paranormal had happened yet.

So we got in our bathing suits, and me and my brother went swimming while my mom said she was reading. Maybe about an hour after we started swimming, the typical waves died down. It turned to wavelets which is rare to find so close to shore. The water more or less was like a wave pool. The water actually was rather warm all of the sudden, and what is usually blurry and become crystal clear.



So me and my brother decided to take this opportunity to get out of the water and ask to go home. We were pretty far out, so we could not look back. As we were maybe at a spot about 10 ft. deep. As we got closer to shore, a huge wave that we had no idea about, crashed down on us. I had gone under and had almost managed to make it to shore. When my brother crashed down on top of me, and our heads collide. I was in pain, and he was unconcious.



I forced my self to ignore the aching pain I had felt in my head, and grabbed my brother. With all my might, I had pulled him to shore. Relieved that he had a pulse, I laid him down on the beach towel, then myself, and I passed out of exhaustion.



A few hours must of went by when I woke up, because the parking meter had run out. I woke up almost to a rude awakening, as my brother was pestering me to get up, thinking I was dead. I told him, is everything alright. He whined “No, nothing is alright. I had woke up, in bad pain, and mom is missing!”

To be continued....

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