Head South.

You walk south along the deserted beach, the only sound the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. The night sky is clear, the stars shimmering above you as you continue your nighttime stroll. The sand is cool beneath your bare feet, a light breeze stirring your hair as you move further away from the safety of your hotel room.

As you explore the darkened coastline, you come across something unusual and out of place. A dilapidated shack stands alone, its windows boarded up and the door hanging off its hinges. Something about the structure sends a chill down your spine, a sense of foreboding washing over you.

Against your better judgment, you approach the shack, the sound of your footfalls echoing eerily in the stillness of the night. As you near the crumbling structure, a sense of unease settles in your stomach, warning you to turn back. But curiosity gets the better of you, and you push open the creaking door, stepping inside.

The interior is musty and damp, the air heavy with the scent of decay. You can barely make out the shadowy shapes of old furniture, covered in a layer of dust and cobwebs. Your heart races as you realize you are not alone in the abandoned shack, a presence lingering in the darkness that sends a shiver up your spine.

A sudden noise startles you, a scuffling sound coming from the corner of the room. Your breath catches in your throat as you see movement out of the corner of your eye. Panic sets in as you realize you are not safe in this forsaken place, a wave of terror washing over you as you turn and run back towards the door.

Adrenaline pumping, you sprint through the sand, the fear of the unknown driving you to move faster than you thought possible. The sound of your own heartbeat fills your ears, drowning out the crashing of the waves as you flee back to the safety of your hotel room.

Breathless and trembling, you slam the door shut behind you, locking it tightly as you collapse onto the bed. Your mind races with questions and doubts, haunted by the sinister encounter on the beach. You pull the covers up to your chin, willing yourself to forget the nightmarish experience and drift off to sleep, hoping to leave the ominous presence behind you.

GO TO: Get some sleep