Phillip’s POV
The sun was a sinking golden ball that had finally lost its reign of the day. It lit up a painful shade of dull yellows and golds that loathed losing the sky to the night. Dipping deep into the ocean, it was a sight to marvel; throwing dazzling shades along the muted dull sand that carpeted the rocky cliff. The night was about to fall but a lone figure stood there, capturing the melting sun with the lens of his camera. Mostly, these shores were closed to any human population, as lots of myths surrounded them. But Phillip, a man of vision and strong thinking tossed all superstitious aside and frequently visited the rocky border of the land for some awe-striking scenery.
Some ancient believers claimed that these rocks held deep secrets that needed to be protected and kept under wraps. As is the life cycle, numerous people actually obeyed those unspoken warnings for fear of any grave damage. In all these decades, the authorities never uttered a word. The fear that gripped the quivering souls often kept them away from the cliffs, its angry waves, and the common myth of people disappearing into the sea.
But there were rebels, just as there always are. People who think it to be an act of courage to break the rules and endanger their lives. Because to them, myths were stories of the past that had twisted and turned to horrific warnings just for the end of instilling fear in the hearts and minds of the weak ones. To Philip, it was all rubbish that fed off people’s fear of the unknown.
The light was scant, as the night approached at its pace when the young man’s lens got a hint of red. He paused to get a look at what it actually was but it seemed to disappear just as suddenly as it had appeared. Just a few seconds ago, Philip was sure that he had viewed something, something that felt like it had a life of its own. He knew that only crabs could make it to this rocky part of the land that blocked the sea from crossing its territory any further. But the fluid movement was much more flexible than a crab’s arm and had more life to it than a skeletal claw.
He stood there, taking a few deep breaths, trying to make sense of what his lens had shown him. In the haze, he completely forgot about checking through his camera roll. He just wanted to see it with his eyes first ensuring that he got a mental image instead of a lens image that would not be the same as the original look.
Just as he decided to dismiss the thought as a conjured one with no real basis, the water splashed again. But before Philip almost laughed off the thought that he was imaging things in the water, a young girl’s head popped out of the smooth skin of the darkening waters.
