A Stormy Spooky Strange Stroll
A Stormy Spooky Strange Stroll
As my dog Nunzi scoots down the beach ahead of me, I can’t but feel some trepidation on this nasty late night walk. Creeping along the deserted stormy shore, pitch black, no moon and no starlight, wind howling, ocean raging, and to me it all adds up and seems like it could be the perfect setting for a spooky horror movie. One where I would be the perfect dumb character who gets snatched by some supernatural something or other.
WHACK! I almost leap out of my skin when the diabolical wind tosses down a large palm tree branch that smashes right behind me and my startled pooch simultaneously lets out a loud yelp.
As Nunzi whimpers beside me, I admonish him that it’s his own fault we’re out here in this scary setting because when I returned home, admittedly after being gone for hours, he insisted a romp along the beach was absolutely mandatory. Since the storm died down and the rain had stopped, I relented. But as the angry surf and nasty wind conspires and blast sheets of cold spray at us, we both agree it’s time we get our butts back home.
We start trudging back and of course the rain starts up again. Swirls of sand are blowing off a berm, and as I squint my eyes, I swear I can see ghostly apparitions mixed in with the particle tornados. Hey, I was sleep deprived and had a long shooting day of flashing strobes and my eyes were beyond beat.
But I didn’t have time to ponder the apparitions because–OOF! I trip over a driftwood log, fall and get tangled up in a large slimy mound of seaweed. I lay there and wince at the pain I feel throbbing in my ankle, which I’m thinking could now be sprained.
Nunzi kindly runs back to me and licks up my face—good boy. I try to get up but I slip back down into the slippery seaweed tentacles.
Ok. Now I’m thinking this would be the perfect moment when the movie monster descends upon us. Or maybe that sketchy homeless guy I noticed lurking under the pier is about to descend upon us. I also noticed he had a large pitbull, perfect for eating my gentle canine. And maybe the guy has a meat clever too and will choppity chop and then and then… (more…)