The beach was quiet
Robert stood on the beach, feeling a chill run down his spine. The place was eerily quiet, completely devoid of the mysterious shapes from the day before.
Not a single person was around, and the only sound was the gentle lapping of waves. “This can’t be right,” he muttered to himself.
The beach, usually full of life, now felt ghostly and abandoned. The absence of any activity made him question the reality of what he’d seen.