The Beach House
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Kari just wanted a relaxing week away from home…
Instead, she got the vacation from hell.
Kari and her husband Dave arrive at their beach rental and are disappointed in its condition—to say the least. It's old, dusty, and has cockroaches.
And there are odd things in the closet.
Her curiosity piqued, Kari begins to investigate and finds a desperate message written in glowing red letters on the wall:
Help me.
Terrified, she tries to unravel the mystery of what's going on in the beach house before it's too late. With the clues stacking up, it's clear that something evil resides in the house and wants Kari to do its bidding.
As the week wears on, Kari must figure out how to destroy the evil.
Or she may never leave the beach house…
The Beach House is a short horror story of about 20,000 words (98 pages) for people who love supernatural suspense, creepy old homes, and monsters in the closet.
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Amanda Linehan
Amanda Linehan is a fiction writer, indie author and INFP. She has published five novels, six short stories and two short story collections since 2012. Her stories have been read by readers in 113 countries. Her short fiction has been published in Every Day Fiction and in the Beach Life anthology published by Cat & Mouse Press. She lives in Maryland, likes to be outside and writes with her cat sleeping on the floor beside her desk. Contact Amanda by email: amanda@amandalinehan.com, on Twitter: @amandalinehan or on her website: amandalinehan.com.
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The Beach House - Amanda Linehan
Chapter 1
The beach house wasn’t exactly what I had pictured.
I watched as a cockroach scuttled across the floor in front of me and hoped my husband wouldn’t see it.
Kari?
he called out.
Yeah?
I said, injecting an extra dose of cheerfulness and enthusiasm to my voice as I walked toward him.
None of the lights will turn on. I wonder if the circuit breaker flipped,
he said, pushing his glasses up his nose.
I walked into the small kitchen that was mostly open to the living room where Dave was, and flipped a wall switch. The overhead light lit up.
Well, that one works,
I said, hoping that something wasn’t seriously wrong with the lights in the living room.
That’s great,
he said, but none of these work.
He pointed to three different lamps in the living room.
At least it’s the middle of the day,
I said brightly, gesturing at the blue, sunny skies outside. We don’t need them yet.
It won’t be the middle of the afternoon forever,
Dave said, adjusting his glasses again. Let me go see if I can find the circuit breaker.
Dave was not what you would call a beach person. I had had to convince him that this would be a good idea. And I had done that by finding this house, which was an inexpensive rental, and showing him the lovely pictures, which, I now realized, must have had a hell of a filter on them. But I had been supremely confident that this house was a great deal and that even if he wasn’t that big on the beach, we would still have a great week. He had finally acquiesced.
And then we had arrived this afternoon.
The beach house had been described as just feet from the ocean,
so it was a very short walk. But newer, much larger houses and condos had been built all around it so you couldn’t actually see any of the ocean from the house. The exterior of the house was, frankly, old looking. It sat up on stilts and had peeling paint and a broken step, but that was okay, I’d thought, because the inside has probably been renovated recently.
Well, that wasn’t true, either. When we opened the door, there was a definite smell to the place, and it was not ocean breeze or sea air. A layer of dust sat on just about everything, and the furniture, décor, and appliances had definitely seen better days. And then there were the cockroaches, and apparently, now, the lights.
I didn’t even want to try lying down on the bed yet. Dave was picky about his sleeping conditions, and I was betting we didn’t have a top-of-the-line mattress in the bedroom.
But my spirits were still up. So far, Dave had only complained about the dust, and, well, I guess the lights too, but he was being proactive about those.
Honey?
he called, and once again I walked toward his voice.
He was standing in front of an open closet door with a length of rope in his hand.
What do you think all this rope is for? And the shovels, too?
Did you find the breaker?
I asked.
Not yet. I got distracted by this closet.
I looked into the closet. There did seem to be an awful lot of rope in there, and about six shovels too, along with some buckets, a couple of old beach chairs and a boogie board that was broken in two.
The shovels must be for the beach, right? I’m not sure about the rope, though.
Dave examined the rope that he had in his hand.
Yeah...Those aren’t beach shovels, though. They’re like, digging-in-the-dirt-type shovels. And this rope...has some kind of stain on it.
I looked a little closer at the rope myself and saw that, in fact, it did have a darkish stain on it that, I admitted to myself, was slightly disturbing. And Dave was right: the shovels weren’t beach shovels.
Well...I’m not exactly sure what all of this is, but let’s keep looking for the circuit breaker so we can get the lights on.
Dave reluctantly put down the rope and closed the closet door and we both went off to find the breaker. A few minutes later, we had the lights on. Things were finally starting to look up.
Want to head out to the beach?
I asked.
Dave agreed that we should, and we both changed into bathing suits and grabbed our beach gear. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as we stepped back out of the beach house and into the sun. Maybe I could do some cleaning up when we got back.
We headed toward the ocean, which I was glad to say we could actually hear, although we couldn’t see it. We walked between two huge condo buildings and over some sand dunes to finally arrive on the beach.
I was so glad to get my feet in the sand.
Dave and I headed a little farther, toward the ocean, and plunked our stuff down. I sat down in one of the beach chairs we had brought (from home, not from the closet) and let out a long exhale.
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE
We both spun around to the sight of dark clouds gathering behind us. A moment later there were three whistles from the lifeguard.
Well,
Dave said, I guess it’s back to the house.
And for the first time, I was very worried about our vacation.
Chapter 2
Back inside the house, we settled in a bit. Unpacking our stuff, stocking the pantry with the food items we’d brought, and, well, dusting. That was my task, anyway.
Shockingly, I had found a duster in the closet, though it looked about as old as everything else. But it was all I had, and I ran it over every surface I could while Dave was in the bedroom unpacking. I heard creaking from that direction as I was finishing up the job.
Honey?
Dave called.
Yeah?
"The bed’s not too comfortable. And by not comfortable, I mean you can feel every spring in the mattress. And it makes tons of noise