The Myrtle Beach Ghost Girl

I told myself that I would never go back… I sure as hell kept that promise. About 4 years ago, when I had just turned 21, I decided that it would be a wonderful idea to go to Myrtle Beach and drink a beer or seven. This was in late June, so the weather was perfect for a beach trip.

Once I arrived at the hotel, all the rooms were rented out, so I decided to go rent a cottage for a week or too, by the beach. The homeowner of the small cottage went to go get me the key after I paid him, when he got back, he warned me of a restless ghost of a 12-year-old girl. He told me how she was just enjoying herself, surfing, and then out of the blue, a shark attacked her. She then fled to the cottage, but died in one of the rooms. I just shrugged it off as one crazy old man’s desperate story.

Once I got inside, I was amazed. It was the most homey, most beautiful cabin I’d ever seen. The living room consisted of a blue chair, and a blue sofa, with a round wooden coffee table in the front. The walls had a sweet, blue floral wallpaper. There was a moderately sized kitchen to the left, and a hall with 2 bedrooms. One of them was locked, so I assumed this may have been the room the girl died in, if this story was true. “Or it might be where the man kept all of dirty magazines.” I thought to myself, giggling a small bit. The other bedroom had a rickety, yet comfortable bed with a blue comforter. “Damn, this man sure loves blue!” I muttered. There was a wooden nightstand next to it , along with a dresser, and a T.V. on top.

The first couple of nights were ok, but on the 4th, I started hearing quiet rustle from the blocked room, but I just thought, “Probably a raccoon…” The next night, I had the most vivid dream ever, I was at the shoreline, and I was swept into the sea, not in control of myself. All I could see in the vast blue water, was a girl on a Rosey pink surfboard. In the distance, I see a shark, probably a great white, rushing towards the thrashing, laughing girl. I would have yelled, “SHARK, B***H!” But I couldn’t, probably on account of me being underwater. The shark was getting faster… and closer, next thing I know, blood fills the water, as the girl gets bit hard in the side. I will never forget the terror in her eyes as the swims back to shore.

I woke in cold sweat, and I swear to God, I hear, “Do you understand now?” The next morning, my curiosities get the best of me. As I break down the door, I feel the most chilling sensation if ever felt. In the room was the most horrible sight, there were blood stains all over the floor, around a decaying body of what looked like a child. When I turn around, I see the ghost of her, the girl. She is wearing a pink one piece suit, and has the biggest bite mark I’d ever seen on here side. Before I can do anything, she evaporates into mist, and disappears. I’ve never ran faster in my life, I couldn’t even bother to get my things. Now, 4 years later, I’m still hung up about the girl. I knew she just wanted affection, but I couldn’t give it. I can’t blame her though, she is my sister after all.

  • Sarita Tinsley King

    That last sentence was a poorly-added twist in my opinion. I feel like there should’ve been more shady goingson to make the MC confused and scared until the memories all came flowing back or something. I don’t get why MC busted down the door of he knew what was behind. Much less ran??

    • Sheepz

      I’m just starting, so my stories are probably going to be crap anyway, but thanks for the adviceπŸ˜€

    • Jason Morrison

      I agree with this. I always felt like the story went way too fast. (This happened then this happened then this etc) but the idea is there it just needs to be shaped up πŸ™‚

  • Nicolette Michael

    Take advice from the comments, but be proud of yourself! Really think thru how to make the ending more of a revelation than a last minute, unexplained twist. I’ve read a TON of crap on this site, and this was not crap. And your sentence structure and grammar were impressive

  • Skarms

    Just as a warning… Or more like a suggestion… NEVER go to Myrtle beach, SC. As someone who lives in the state, don’t. Also, agreed with the other guy, that ending sentence… Maybe later on, you can delve deeper into this story? *Cough* maybe give it a better ending/put the ending in a better way *cough*

  • Alysha Maynard

    Whaaaat?!? I’m upset that there isn’t a back story as to why she went there in the first place. Was she there looking for her sister? Did the dream tell her she is? I need answers! For the love of all things holy! πŸ˜‚

    • Sheepz

      Maybe I’ll write a part two πŸ˜‰ *hint hint*

  • Sheepz

    Now that I’m reading this again, I do realize that the last sentence should have had a little more leading up to it; like a backstory, so in part two I will give a better backstory. πŸ˜€