It was the perfect night for a beach party. The weather was neither blazing hot or frightening cold. It was the kind of warmness that makes you feel good. The night was freshened by the sea; you could smell the lovely warm air that livened up the party even more. You could hear the flow of the waves, which had a continuous beat to it.
The beach was filled with hundreds of white sun beds, where you could just lie down, enjoy looking at the marvellous white clouds and experience the natural things of life. The sand was cold, but so thin that it would immediately slip out of your fingers, like the water falling from a waterfall. .
Teens ran about the beach freely, enjoying life to the fullest. For about two hours the teens were having fun, just playing around on the lovely brown sand. What they didn't know is that their fun, was all about to change. A mysterious figure stood in a tree, holding something, about a meter long in length and black. The black figure stood there, like if it was waiting for something or someone.
The night started to become cold, the waves grew bigger and gave off a frightening noise every time they crashed. The noise was like a loud thunderstorm, which scared people and made them cuddle up in their beds. It was getting very dark now you could barely see anything. They needed lights so four of the guys went of to find them. Now the teens were a bit tired, they were all lying on the sun beds, talking and gossiping to each other.
Suddenly there was a loud bang. The teens hesitated and ran around madly. When three of the guys returned they had a face of horror on them, like if they had just seen a ghost.
John, John Cassier has just been killed!' One of the guys screamed in horror.
There was a moment of silence. No one moved or spoke, the only that could be heard was the thundering of the waves and the twittering of the birds that were flying away. Most of the girls suddenly started crying, they didn't like what they had just heard.
