The Bloody Summer

From: Andean (dlcyb10@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Split
Source: Form Submission

My parents has a summmer home near the sea side. It had stone steps leading all the way down to the beach. Now this beach had an ugly history. 50 years back it was said that a young couple used to come down there all the time. It was their favourite spot to spend time together away from their parents and familly. Now the girls father didn't like the boy she was seeing and just wanted him out of the picture. One late evening he went to the beach looking for his daughter and caught her with her boyfriend. The father got very angry and they started fighting. He hurt the boy pretty bad and when girl saw that her father almost killed him she reached for a sharp stone and hit her father. She accidentaly killed him and when she came to realize that she walked into the ocean and drowned herself. Her boyfriend couldn't stop her because he was badly hurt and unconsious. Now I didn't really get upset when I heard that story. I thought it was sad and tragilcal but didn't really think of it much. One day when I was taking a short walk exploring the beach and looking for seashells I noticed bloody foot prints in the sand. I didn't get really scared but I followed the foot prints along the beach thinking it was somebody who stepped on to something sharp and needed some help. That's when I heard a man's voice angrilly jelling at somebody who was in the water. I couldn't really see who it was because they were at the other end of the beach. I decided to walk over there and see what was going on. As I was getting closer I managed to see who it really was. The man on the beach was covered in blood there was a sharp rock protruding out of his head. He was jelling at a pale girl covered in seaweeds who was lifelesley floating in the water. I screamed really loudly. The man looked at me and started running towards me jelling. He looked like he was going to hurt me. I started running like crazy. There was andrenaline rushing through my blood. I don't think I ever ran faster in my life. As fast as I ran he was always only a few steps behind me. I managed to climb the steps back to my house without falling and when I reached the door I turned arround to see if he was still there but, there was nobody. It was perfectly silent. I felt deadly sweat come upon me as I quickly ran into the house and slamed the door shut. From that dreadly summer I never wanted to go there for another vacation no matter how much my parents wanted to make me go there. They still don't know what's wrong with me. I don't want to tell them because I know they wouldn't believe me.