My Brother Disappeared Along The Oregon Coast, And I Think Whatever Took Him Is After My Whole Family

A blue light flashed in front of my eyes, just as I started to trudge up the loose sand of the start of the bluff. Blindingly bright, I closed my eyes tight and fell to the ground within a few seconds of seeing the light.

I just laid there in the cold sand, huffing and puffing as I tried to catch my breath, waiting for whatever horrible thing which was going to happen to me to happen. But nothing. I laid there on my back, like a vulnerable turtle for a good three to four minutes, but nothing came. I saw no blue light. I heard no breathing sounds, and I felt no presence near me.

I gave it a couple more minutes before I got up and started to walk back to camp. I figured Calvin had either spiked our beers with heavy drugs at this point, I was losing my mind, or some sort of ghost or monster over on the beach had taken Roger and he was already fucked.

I also have to admit I felt pretty horrible about shooting those bottle rockets at Calvin and Roger now. The guilt put even me on the verge of tears when I walked back to the camp.

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Jack Follman

Jack has written professionally as a journalist, fiction writer, and ghost writer. For more information, visit his website.

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