The wind is roaring in your ears and you can feel the rock beneath you stick into your skin. You are laying on your side, curled up tight as if someone had punched you in the stomach. You don't want to move, you couldn't even if you tried. Somehow it feels like gravity has intensified and is pulling you farther into the ground.
The pain is nothing compared to the voices though. You can't tell if they are in your head or not, but they drone on and on and are all you hear. Even the wind is gone now, covered by the echoing chants.
The only thing you can do is wait.
You wait.
And wait.
Until finally, everything stops. It's like someone dropped a pen in a silent room. As if someone covered the speakers of a blaring radio with a thick carpet. It's like in the movies when time slows down after someone gets punched and is trying to recover.
You sit up and look out into the ocean. There is fog on the horizon but nothing else. The sun is still shining through and it warms up your skin.
You sigh with relief and start making your way back home glancing behind you every once in a while to make sure nothing is there. The memories of the strange voices dance eerily in the back of you mind the whole way.
When you reach the front door a letter is pinned to it. Your name is written in a fine script across the front of the letter.
It's cold to touch.
You slide your finger under the flap and gently pull out a sea green slip of parchment reading:
Come to the sea.
We are waiting for you.
There's not much time for delay.
You'll come by break of day.
It is a strange letter but you can't see much harm in it. What do you do?
Get ready to leave for the sea: click here.
Brush it off and continue into your home: click here.
-RH
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