My entry for the first round of the NYC Midnight Short Story Competition. I was in heat 16 where my given genre was Ghost Story, Subject was a lifeboat and Character was a bride. After my initial panic of 'how the hell am I going to make a lifeboat an integral part of a ghost story' I calmed down and it was quite fun. It seems I actually quite like being given something to work with :) Here's the finished piece, I'll find out on March 10th ifit's good enough for round two!
Going Coastal
‘Oh come on, it’ll be
fun!’ Ella teased her new husband as she ran off down the beach, glittery
sandals clasped tightly in one hand, dress hoisted off the damp sand with the
other.
‘But Ella, we’re not supposed to come down here. The
coastguard warned us about the high tides, it comes in really fast in this
bay.’ He cast a furtive glance back the way they’d come. Worried the lifeboat
crew could see them in the distance, not heeding the advice they were given.
They’d made jokes about having to rescue the newlyweds before they’d even been
married twenty-four hours. ‘And the… the… you know, that other thing he warned
us about.’
Ella turned to face Tom with an eyebrow raised and head
tilted to one side, mockingly. ‘You’re not seriously scared about that are you?
The Branok Bay witch. All superstitious nonsense. No doubt Morveren was a local
woman that someone had a grudge against, and they burnt her for that rather
than witchcraft.’
‘It’s creepy though, burnt alive in her own little stone
cottage.’ His eyes flicked to the ragged remains of a stone building up ahead.
Sat upon a rocky outcrop jutting defiantly out of the sand like a solitary
tooth amidst the gaping mouth of Branok Bay.
Ella smiled one of her most dazzling smiles that she knew
would win him over. ‘Come on, don’t be such a spoil sport, it’ll be fun.
Looking around the ruins together, just us and the sea for company.’ She
fluttered her lashes for extra effect.
‘Still
though, I really don’t think we should be wandering this far out when the tide
is coming in.’
‘We won’t be long, and look at it! Just take in that
glorious view.’ She swept her arm theatrically to emphasise the stunning sunset
in front of them. The sea looked as though it were on fire, oranges and reds
dancing across its flickering surface, basking in the evening warmth of the
summer evening.
Tom relented, and took his wife in his arms. ‘It’s
against my better judgement, but how can I deny my beautiful bride?’ He pushed
a stray strand of honey coloured hair from Ella’s face, and lost himself in her
hazel brown eyes.
‘You can’t!’ She kissed him slowly on the lips, tasting
the salty tang of the sea, and darted off towards the ruin, which was
silhouetted against the sun. A large black blot of an otherwise idyllic view.
Tom caught up with her as they arrived at the foot of the
huge, forbidding rock. ‘How are we supposed to get up there then?’
Ella checked every crack and curvature of its surface,
looking for a sturdy foothold. ‘There’s meant to be some sort of steps worked
into the stone.’
‘Looks like the sea has long since worn those away, it’s
been here for centuries. We’d best head back, you’re not exactly dressed for
rock climbing are you?’ He pointed to her glittery sandals which she then
tucked onto a rocky ledge.
‘Here they are!’ She called out triumphantly, as Tom
sighed, hope of returning to the hotel before sunset swiftly disappearing. Ella
cautiously clambered over the rusty chain denying them access and made her way
up the steps, worn smooth by years of the elements and feet beating down on
them. It was slick with tidal leftovers lower down the rock. Little rock pools
and slimy walls of green, seaweed stuck fast to the stone.
‘Watch your step, you could break your neck on this
stuff!’ Tom grasped the walls for reassurance, and noticed the graffiti
scrawled there, the calling card of a bored teenager wanting to leave their
mark on an infamous landmark. The sea breeze whispered through the holes and
crevices in the rock like siren songs pulling them in. Tom shuddered. ‘You know
that coastguard said there have been loads of sightings and weird stuff going
on round here. I’m really not sure it’s safe at all to be climbing up there.
What if we get stuck? I don’t think I’ve got any reception on my phone here,
I’ll never be able to call the lifeboat out to rescue us.’
‘Oh Tom, don’t be such a scaredy cat. Where’s your sense
of adventure? Live a little.’
They wound their way around the edge of the rock face,
and through a tunnel that emerged onto the topmost point where a little stone
cottage stood broken and open to the elements.
A sudden gust of wind chilled them to the core, sending
shivers through their bones and goose bumps rising across their skin. Ella
wrapped her arms around herself to stave off the cold creeping into her flesh.
‘Let’s go and take a look inside.’ Her brown eyes flashed with excitement as
she crept forwards.
‘I think we should get back to the hotel now. Just look
how fast the tide is coming in, we’ll be stranded up here if we don’t move…’
SQUAWK! A seagull dive-bombed Tom, startling him. He
crashed to the floor with his hands over his ears.
‘Are you okay?’ Ella found it hard to keep the giggle
from her voice, and tried to stifle it with a hand pressed to her lips.
‘I
told you it wasn’t safe up here!’ He struggled to his feet. ‘Bloody seagull.
They’re a right menace! I’m going back down. I’m not staying up here another
minute!’ He struggled back towards the steps.
‘Oh
Tom, you’ve no sense of adventure. I’m just going to take a quick look inside,
then I’ll be right behind you.’
‘Make
sure you are, that tide is getting dangerously close now. As it is I think
we’ll have to get our feet wet just to get back to dry land.
‘I’ll
be quick. No point struggling up here and not taking a proper look around.’ She
said as Tom’s head disappeared from view, back down through the tunnel at the
heart of the rock.
Ella
felt as though someone was watching her, and turned to see another gull sitting
on a corner of the stone wall, watching her every move with its beady yellow
eyes. ‘Shoo away with you!’ She flapped her arms to scare him away but he just
kept on staring, his glassy eyes looked threatening and cruel. As she drew
closer he let out an indignant squawk. He flew away, leaving her alone with the
wind howling about her, whipping at her dress and making her shiver with its
icy bite. Maybe Tom was right, this was
foolish, but I just have to take a look now I’m here, she thought.
***
Daylight was fading
fast as Tom reached the bottom of the Witch rock of Branok Bay. He misjudged
his footing and slipped, cracking his head against the cold stone on his way
down. He felt the hot, coppery blood trickle down his face as he slumped to the
floor, the sea eagerly lapped around him, the tide rising with each and every
ebb and flow.
Tom awoke with a start. Freezing and soaked to the skin,
and choking on salty water. He could barely see as the sun had almost set, and
one eye was caked in blood. The strong current had pushed his body forward
enough that he was now cut off from the rock. Cut off from Ella. Ella, the
thought startled him into full consciousness.
‘ELLA?’ He shouted, with no response, and no sign save
the squawking of gulls overhead, their call eerie in the twilight. He splashed
towards the beach and on to the lifeboat station to raise the alarm.
***
The smell of fish and
decay hit her as soon as she passed through the doorway into the remains of the
cottage. Her gag reflex kicked in and she fought back the urge to vomit. She
saw rotting fish over to one side and guessed these were leftover scraps from
seagulls and other seabirds that stopped by.
She moved slowly through what was left of the building.
Peering through what was once a window, she could see the tide greedily making
its way up the rock and decided that maybe she ought to make this a short visit
after all. Ella looked around, she could just make out what was left of a
fireplace and what looked like a big, stone bowl. Dirty water had pooled
inside. She looked into the murky water, her own face looked back at her,
framed by the dying embers of the sunset sky above. Her eyes looked odd,
distorted in the water, they looked glazed, almost white, nothing like her
usual brown. Something clattered to the ground behind her, she snapped round
but could see nothing out of place. Her heart hammered to escape the prison of
a ribcage. Must have been another seagull
or something, she thought as she tried to slow her breathing to a normal
pace. She leant one hand on the stone bowl to steady herself. A movement from
the corner of her eye drew her attention back to the water. Ripples? There can’t possibly be ripples,
there’s nothing in…
A hand burst up
from the water, clasping an icy grip around Ella’s wrist. She screamed and
hoped that Tom would hear her. ‘TOM!’ She bellowed but was answered only by the
crash of waves and the screech of gulls. Long, gnarled nails dug into her skin
leaving deep welts that stung like fire. She pulled back, the hand was strong
and it took all her strength to escape it. She fell backwards and grazed her
arms across the cold floor. Ella clawed her way back towards the doorway but a
pressure around her ankles dragged her back towards the water. ‘Noooooooooooo!’
She screamed, blinding terror now eclipsing her senses as she grabbed at
anything she could to escape, as the full horror hit her. The legend of
Morveren, the Branok Bay witch was not superstitious nonsense after all.
She winced in pain as she was flipped onto her back. Ella
looked into the eyes of a woman ravaged by fire, her skin a twisted mess
interwoven with seaweed and barnacles. White, misty eyes stared down at Ella as
a small crab scuttled from the abyss of a mouth that hung limp, a black hole of
despair.
Ella opened her mouth to scream as the ghastly apparition
of the Witch of Branok Bay flew at her, and buried itself deep within her. The
smell of fish and rot intensified as her whole body shook as though ice had
replaced the blood in her veins. Darkness claimed her.
***
‘Ella? ELLA? Oh Ella
you’re alright, you’re here.’ Tom cradled her in his arms as she sobbed. ‘I’ve
got you now. You’re safe.’
‘Come on Miss, we’ve got the lifeboat waiting for you.’
Ella looked past Tom to the rescue team assembled behind
him.
She barely made a movement or sound as she was lifted
onto the lifeboat and sailed to safety.
‘It’s a dangerous place that rock. Tide comes in quick
there, easy to get yourself cut off. If you don’t mind me saying though Miss,
you look like you’ve seen a ghost.’
‘The Witch of Branok Bay,’ another of the crew laughed.
Ella stared out across the ocean, she wore a blank
expression as a small crab scuttled down her arm. Tom watched in horror as her
brown eyes turned white and misty.
THE
END
