"The
ghosts."
"I
don't believe in that stuff. That's just silly."
"Silly
or not, that's what they believe. That's why I like to come out here. No one
else is brave enough to."
Wide-eyed
expressions on hot babes. I aim to please. She'll be so tight up against me,
I'll need a crow bar to pry her loose. That's okay though. I think I can handle
the pressure.
"Okay,
I'll bite. What's this supposed legend?"
Hooked.
Time to reel her in.
"Back
in the 20's this was a popular spot for location shoots. A young girl, I guess
about your age, came to watch her father, an actor of questionable character,
work. The film was nearly done and they only had one more day of filming. As
soon as that was done, they could call it a wrap. The production company had
tents set up all over the place. They planned to sleep out here so they
wouldn't have to travel back and forth. The daughter had her own tent. When she
decided to slip off and get some sleep, her father kissed her on the forehead.
He told her goodnight but ignored her when she told him that she loved him. The
next morning, her father went to wake her up. He was a stickler about rising
early as not to waste the day. When he reached her tent, he yelled into her.
She didn't answer after he called several times. When he finally ripped the
tent door aside in a fit of anger, he was stunned to find that she wasn't
there."
"What
did she do? Run away?"
"No.
That's what they thought at first. To be sure that something else hadn't happened;
they combed the beach looking for her. They hoped she had just wandered off
while taking a walk. Maybe she was lost?"
"So
they found her?"
"No.
They searched for hours. They even searched in the water and she was nowhere to
be found."
"So
she must have run off then."
"That
is what her father thought. He didn't seem too worried about it, so, they
continued to shoot the film. They wrapped it up and left the beach thinking
that she may have gone back to the city. The father arrived home and told her
mother about what had happened. The mother became distraught at the thought of
her daughter wandering aimlessly around the beach or, worse yet, the city. All
kinds of thoughts filled her head about what could have happened to her.”
“That’s
horrible! Do you think the father did something to her?”
“I
don’t know. That’s possible and as soon as you let me finish, you will see
why.”
“Sorry,
go on.”
“The
father blew it off and basically told her to get over it. She didn't even try
to forget about it; it wasn't in her nature. He was a controlling man, so, she
knew that he would never allow her to go search on her own. She waited until he
left for work the next day and went in pursuit of her daughter."
"So
the mother found her?"
"You
are a mighty impatient person."
"Sorry,
can't help it. Go on."
"The
mother went to the beach and began to search around. She couldn't find a thing.
Then she spotted that pile of rocks over there."
"That's
a pretty big pile of rocks."
"Yes,
it is. And if you snoop around them enough, you will find there is more to them
than meets the eye. There are hidden caves in there. The mother wanted to know
what had happened to her daughter, so she ventured in."
"There's
no cave there. I don't see any openings."
"God's
honest truth, honey. I swear, not a word of it is a lie."
"I
would have to see that to believe it."
"You
really ought to have more faith in me. But just to prove it to you, I'll take
you in sometime. I've been through them. Pretty creepy in there though. A
person could get lost in there real easy. There must be hundreds of different
passages and if you take the wrong one, well, you may never find your way out."
"Okay,
okay. Get the story done. I want to go swimming."
"Alright,
Miss Impatient. She hiked about a mile into the cave. She held only a small
candle in her hand. She had grabbed it before leaving the house. Odd, she knew,
but who's to question motherly instincts? Maybe in case it got dark or
something. Anyway, she got about a mile into the cave and suddenly stopped dead
in her tracks.”
“You’re
going to tell me something bad happened. Don’t tell me. I’d rather not know.”
"It’s
okay, honey. Come on… you have to hear the rest.”
“Fine.
Go ahead then but I don’t like where you are going with this.”
“There
in front of her was her beautiful daughter. She had been hacked to death. She
wouldn't have recognized her except her dress had been taken off of her and
folded neatly. It was placed beside her mutilated body. The mother, she went
stark raving mad. She came out of the cave screaming, carrying her daughter's
lifeless body and ran right into the ocean. An undercurrent caught them. Turned
them over like an out of control cement mixer. The bodies washed up on shore a
couple of days later. The father was so overtaken with grief and bitter guilt;
he went to the same spot and shot himself in the head a week later."
"So,
it's their ghosts that are supposed to be here?"
"Yup.
And they all come out at different times, searching for each other. They say
the daughter is really searching for the love she thought her father had withheld
from her. I know it’s a sad story, but life isn’t always candy corn and Pixie
Stix. Sometimes it’s fire balls and Lemonheads, you know?"
Ha,
tears with a smile. Just the reaction I was looking for. Oh shut up. It's the
truth. That really is the legend. I just left out the part where a bunch of
bums wanted the beach to themselves and made the whole thing up, except the
caves. They are really there. It worked too. Shut up. You won't tell her a
thing. If you do, I'll have to kill you.
"That's
so sad. That's horrible! And you forgot wax lips and Pop Rocks."
"Come
here. Lay your head right here on my shoulder. I think you were right. There is
no such thing as ghosts."
