The Seashell

Welcome to Scary Story kids. My name is Edwin, and today's story is about a young girl and her family who bring her along for a camping trip in one of her favorite places in the world, but now it has become a place that she only visits in her nightmares. Are you ready? Here we go? Kimberly's mom had a habit to point out to the ocean or any body of water that they saw while they were in the car, But this time, Kimberly was the first to spot it. It was up ahead, the sun shining brightly against the dark blue waves. There's a certain smell to the ocean, isn't there? Kimberly or Kim for short, was it sure? If she liked it? It reminded her of the can of sardines that her dad opened and spilled all over the kitchen counter. Still, kim knew that this was going to be the best day ever. Her birthday was coming up. It was going to be on a Wednesday this year, so as a surprise, her dad said they would be going to the beach the weekend before. They were at the camping store when she found out chopping around for a tent. Kind of unusual when you think about it. But Kim was quickly able to put it together. They were going camping at the beach. She thought of the bonfire of counting stars, hot chocolate, collecting seashells, and hot dogs. Oh, this was going to be the best. She helped out her dad bring out some of the chairs and bags. The beach had these nice cement rings where you could start a fire, but Kim was disappointed to find out that she would have to wait until nighttime to be able to start it. You won't be able to see the fire right now, her dad said. You play in the water with mom, and when you come back, we'll put everything together. Kim looked at her dad and then over at mom. Go on, he said, gently pushing her from the middle of her back, and she joined her mom over by the shore, splashing and jumping around the sand for hours. It wasn't until she saw her dad coming up toward the water when she realized just how long his shadow was. The sun was about to set. It's time for us to dry up, her mom said, walking up and away from the water. We're going to start getting cold. Just a little bit longer, please, Kim asked. Her dad said that she could go walk around her for a bit longer, but not to go into the water anymore. She needed her hair to be dry. Kim agreed and instead started walking around the sand looking for seashells. You see, one of her friends from school had shown her a collection of them, of all different sizes and colors, some from far away places her parents took her to. Kim, of course, wanted her own collection of seashells. It didn't take long for her to spot when she liked it was orange and pink. She kept walking around and found a gray one, a white one, and one so small she could barely hold onto it with her two fingers. The shadows were getting darker and slowly vanishing. The sky that was a deep orange was now turning purple. She had to hurry up. She wanted the biggest, most beautiful seashell to show her friends back at school, and she hadn't found it yet. But she had to keep searching, and so she walked up and down the beach until it got dark, and then she could hear her dad calling her yet started the fire already just a minute. She yelled back, looking desperately for the perfect seashell, but it was dark now. She could barely see her own feet in the sand. By this point, if she paid close enough attention, she could almost see that some of the seashells in the sand were moving. She looked out into the ocean, the foam of the waves rising up into the air before disappearing. Still, she needed to find that perfect seashell I have one. Suddenly she heard a voice from behind her. There was a young girl about her age standing just a few steps behind her, holding something in her hands. It was strange because, even though the beach was so dark that even the water disappeared, Kim could clearly see this little girl's face. Kim's eyes couldn't get away from what this girl was holding, large beautiful, glowing shell. All of her friends would ask her where she got it from, and ah even ask her to borrow it. Of course, she would say no, Can I see it? Kim asked this stranger, this little girl, alone at the beach. No, she said, no, her voice just a little deeper. Now. Kim looked around, only seeing the fire her dad had started in the whole beach. No other cars were parked in the parking lot, no other families were around. Please Kim asked, pointing to the seashell. No, no, the little girl roared. Kim was in shock. She stayed quiet as this little girl began to smile. It was the only thing Kim could see. The rest of her face had started to get darker, and only her large white teeth were showing. But then this little girl turned toward the ocean and at full speed, splashing against the waves. The darkness, Kim was able to see the shell right on the sand, right by where the water had just left. Kim was about to run after it, but she remembered that she was not allowed to go and get wet all over again, and so she waited. The glowing seashell nowt right against the sand. The water had just backed off from the shore for just an instant, an opportunity that Kim took as she ran four or five splashing steps into the wet sand. She picked up the seashell with both hands and ran back onto the dry heap of sand behind her. She looked around, but there were no signs of the little girl anywhere. Kim squinted her eyes, trying to find the shape of the girl somewhere along the water, but she wasn't there anymore? Or was she confused? Kim turned back toward the ocean and lifted up the seashell, almost as large as the plates they had at home. It was glowing white and had beautiful ridges. It was perfect. Hey, you let's go. Fire is ready? Her dad startled her. Kim put the seashell behind her back and walked behind him toward the fire, stopping to look around one last time for this little girl. And for the rest of the night, Kim and her family ate, made hot chocolate, told stories, and got everything ready to go to sleep. Kim checked her bag one last time to make sure the seashell was still there, and it was. The fire was dying out when they all went inside the tent. Kim had the side closest to the window of it. She could see the ocean from there, and it didn't take long before her dad started snoring. But something bothered her, and no, not the snoring. It was what had happened Earth about the little girl? How did she disappear like that? Even though Kim was tired now, she couldn't go to sleep and instead zipped open the window of the tent just a little more. The moon was finally visible just over the water. And that's when she heard something rustling outside. Kim froze, and then she heard a whisper. Give me back my seashell, said. Kim looked out toward the window of the tent, which was really just a piece of cloth to keep the bugs out, but instead she saw only the moon out there over the water. She looked toward the bag where she had hidden the seashell. Give me back my seashell, it cried. Kim looked around to see her mom crawled up against the wall of the tent and her dad still snoring right next to her. Give me back my seashell, my seashell. Kim looked out toward the ocean. The moon was getting bigger now, looking as if it was coming closer to the tent. Everything was dead quiet, now one of those still moments of the ocean. Give me back my Seashell, Seashell. The voice was right outside the tent and gathering all of her courage. Kim peeked out the window, only to realize that she had not been seeing the moon out there. It was a glowing face of the little girl. In a panic, she screamed and grabbed her bag and took out the seashell and tossed it out the window of the tent. Her parents woke up, she explained what she had seen, the little girl's face, the seashell, and the cries she kept hearing. Her parents were convinced that she had been dreaming the whole thing, and instead asked her to zip up the window and try to get some sleep. Kim only remembered being woken up by the sound of her dad folding up the chairs the next morning. Good morning, Kimmy, he said, you ready to go. She thought that her parents were probably right, she might have dreamed the whole thing, and so they made their way toward the parking lot when they spotted a familiar item. It was like a statue, an ornament in the shape of a seashell, large against a sidewalk. Kim became a little nervous. It reminded her of her terrible night, and as he got closer, the message written underneath it became clear. In memory of little Sandy volvedy, may you keep collecting beautiful sea shells forever. Scary Story Kids is written by me Edwin Garrubias. If you have an idea for a story drawings about what you heard or your own tales of horror. Your parents can get in touch with me over at scarystorykids dot com, and if you like the stories you heard, tell a friend about them. Thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary everyone, So you assume