Tragedy can happen in an instant. part 1

Tragedy can happen in an instant.

We can see darkness, but we cannot see what lies within it.

We only see what we imagine.
Your instincts warn you as to what is to come, but some never listen. They ignore the bad feeling in the place that so many believe is where the soul lays, the place right below your left clavicle, right where your left breast is. I believe that is where my soul lies, that is where I feel pain. I felt pain there when my brother died. That place felt like it was empty and hollow, and painful. I can't really explain the feeling exactly, but that is sort of how it felt.

I think that our soul knows when something bad is about to happen. Like tonight, as I think about walking out of the warm beach house that my parents are renting for my spring break and onto the dark deserted beach.

I feel a bad feeling right there underneath my left clavicle, but I ignore it, thinking that it is only petty fear consuming me from all those Slenderman stories I read off of creepy pasta on those late school nights. I tie my tennis shoes on my feet and grab my black, fuzzy, North Face jacket. I then head out onto the little porch that connects to my room and my room alone.

I swallow the assumed fear and walk down the steps to the backyard fence, down to the boardwalk behind the house. This long path that I’m taking leads to some sandy stairs and ultimately to the beach. There are deserted beach houses all around mine that are dark and quite scary in the moonless night, empty because it isn't the right season

I turn off my iPod that was playing in my ears to listen for any signs of other life besides me here, on this lifeless beach. The wind blows around tarps attached to a house that is under reconstruction, making an awfully frightening noise to the ears of an already pretty much frightened seventeen year old girl with absolutely no sense whatsoever. I walk up the sand-covered stairs, but stop in my tracks as I reach the top. I squint my eyes at the darkness, and then blink a couple of times. A black figure that I thought I saw for a second is, of course, not there.