In front of her horrified eyes, he bent to pick up a few more shells. When he turned back, Stella couldn't help but scream and stumble.
"Daddy!" She cried out.
"What's wrong, Stella? See, I got a few more shells for you. Look at them. They are so pretty. We will make a necklace out of it when we get home." He opened up his palm but the shells that were indeed pretty were covered in blood.
His face had a smile, the same smile she gradually became afraid of. His entire face was clawed and bloody and so were his arms and legs. The mess of blood became a shadow which covered the image of her bright and laughing father and replaced it with the one she often saw in her nightmare.
"Stella! Look, I found you a black shell too."
Stella remained frozen on the sand. The person calling out to her was not h……
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