Welcome to Scary Story kids. My name is Edwin, and today's story is
about a young girl and her family who bring her along for a camping trip
in one of her favorite places in the world, but now it has become
a place that she only visits in her nightmares. Are you ready? Here
we go? Kimberly's mom had a habit to point out to the ocean or
any body of water that they saw while they were in the car, But
this time, Kimberly was the first to spot it. It was up ahead,
the sun shining brightly against the dark blue waves. There's a certain smell
to the ocean, isn't there? Kimberly or Kim for short, was it
sure? If she liked it? It reminded her of the can of sardines
that her dad opened and spilled all over the kitchen counter. Still, kim
knew that this was going to be the best day ever. Her birthday was
coming up. It was going to be on a Wednesday this year, so
as a surprise, her dad said they would be going to the beach the
weekend before. They were at the camping store when she found out chopping around
for a tent. Kind of unusual when you think about it. But Kim
was quickly able to put it together. They were going camping at the beach.
She thought of the bonfire of counting stars, hot chocolate, collecting seashells,
and hot dogs. Oh, this was going to be the best.
She helped out her dad bring out some of the chairs and bags. The
beach had these nice cement rings where you could start a fire, but Kim
was disappointed to find out that she would have to wait until nighttime to be
able to start it. You won't be able to see the fire right now,
her dad said. You play in the water with mom, and when
you come back, we'll put everything together. Kim looked at her dad and
then over at mom. Go on, he said, gently pushing her from
the middle of her back, and she joined her mom over by the shore,
splashing and jumping around the sand for hours. It wasn't until she saw
her dad coming up toward the water when she realized just how long his shadow
was. The sun was about to set. It's time for us to dry
up, her mom said, walking up and away from the water. We're
going to start getting cold. Just a little bit longer, please, Kim
asked. Her dad said that she could go walk around her for a bit
longer, but not to go into the water anymore. She needed her hair
to be dry. Kim agreed and instead started walking around the sand looking for
seashells. You see, one of her friends from school had shown her a
collection of them, of all different sizes and colors, some from far away
places her parents took her to. Kim, of course, wanted her own
collection of seashells. It didn't take long for her to spot when she liked
it was orange and pink. She kept walking around and found a gray one,
a white one, and one so small she could barely hold onto it
with her two fingers. The shadows were getting darker and slowly vanishing. The
sky that was a deep orange was now turning purple. She had to hurry
up. She wanted the biggest, most beautiful seashell to show her friends back
at school, and she hadn't found it yet. But she had to keep
searching, and so she walked up and down the beach until it got dark,
and then she could hear her dad calling her yet started the fire already
just a minute. She yelled back, looking desperately for the perfect seashell,
but it was dark now. She could barely see her own feet in the
sand. By this point, if she paid close enough attention, she could
almost see that some of the seashells in the sand were moving. She looked
out into the ocean, the foam of the waves rising up into the air
before disappearing. Still, she needed to find that perfect seashell I have one.
Suddenly she heard a voice from behind her. There was a young girl
about her age standing just a few steps behind her, holding something in her
hands. It was strange because, even though the beach was so dark that
even the water disappeared, Kim could clearly see this little girl's face. Kim's
eyes couldn't get away from what this girl was holding, large beautiful, glowing
shell. All of her friends would ask her where she got it from,
and ah even ask her to borrow it. Of course, she would say
no, Can I see it? Kim asked this stranger, this little girl,
alone at the beach. No, she said, no, her voice
just a little deeper. Now. Kim looked around, only seeing the fire
her dad had started in the whole beach. No other cars were parked in
the parking lot, no other families were around. Please Kim asked, pointing
to the seashell. No, no, the little girl roared. Kim was
in shock. She stayed quiet as this little girl began to smile. It
was the only thing Kim could see. The rest of her face had started
to get darker, and only her large white teeth were showing. But then
this little girl turned toward the ocean and at full speed, splashing against the
waves. The darkness, Kim was able to see the shell right on the
sand, right by where the water had just left. Kim was about to
run after it, but she remembered that she was not allowed to go and
get wet all over again, and so she waited. The glowing seashell nowt
right against the sand. The water had just backed off from the shore for
just an instant, an opportunity that Kim took as she ran four or five
splashing steps into the wet sand. She picked up the seashell with both hands
and ran back onto the dry heap of sand behind her. She looked around,
but there were no signs of the little girl anywhere. Kim squinted her
eyes, trying to find the shape of the girl somewhere along the water,
but she wasn't there anymore? Or was she confused? Kim turned back toward
the ocean and lifted up the seashell, almost as large as the plates they
had at home. It was glowing white and had beautiful ridges. It was
perfect. Hey, you let's go. Fire is ready? Her dad startled
her. Kim put the seashell behind her back and walked behind him toward the
fire, stopping to look around one last time for this little girl. And
for the rest of the night, Kim and her family ate, made hot
chocolate, told stories, and got everything ready to go to sleep. Kim
checked her bag one last time to make sure the seashell was still there,
and it was. The fire was dying out when they all went inside the
tent. Kim had the side closest to the window of it. She could
see the ocean from there, and it didn't take long before her dad started
snoring. But something bothered her, and no, not the snoring. It
was what had happened Earth about the little girl? How did she disappear like
that? Even though Kim was tired now, she couldn't go to sleep and
instead zipped open the window of the tent just a little more. The moon
was finally visible just over the water. And that's when she heard something rustling
outside. Kim froze, and then she heard a whisper. Give me back
my seashell, said. Kim looked out toward the window of the tent,
which was really just a piece of cloth to keep the bugs out, but
instead she saw only the moon out there over the water. She looked toward
the bag where she had hidden the seashell. Give me back my seashell,
it cried. Kim looked around to see her mom crawled up against the wall
of the tent and her dad still snoring right next to her. Give me
back my seashell, my seashell. Kim looked out toward the ocean. The
moon was getting bigger now, looking as if it was coming closer to the
tent. Everything was dead quiet, now one of those still moments of the
ocean. Give me back my Seashell, Seashell. The voice was right outside
the tent and gathering all of her courage. Kim peeked out the window,
only to realize that she had not been seeing the moon out there. It
was a glowing face of the little girl. In a panic, she screamed
and grabbed her bag and took out the seashell and tossed it out the window
of the tent. Her parents woke up, she explained what she had seen,
the little girl's face, the seashell, and the cries she kept hearing.
Her parents were convinced that she had been dreaming the whole thing, and
instead asked her to zip up the window and try to get some sleep.
Kim only remembered being woken up by the sound of her dad folding up the
chairs the next morning. Good morning, Kimmy, he said, you ready
to go. She thought that her parents were probably right, she might have
dreamed the whole thing, and so they made their way toward the parking lot
when they spotted a familiar item. It was like a statue, an ornament
in the shape of a seashell, large against a sidewalk. Kim became a
little nervous. It reminded her of her terrible night, and as he got
closer, the message written underneath it became clear. In memory of little Sandy
volvedy, may you keep collecting beautiful sea shells forever. Scary Story Kids is
written by me Edwin Garrubias. If you have an idea for a story drawings
about what you heard or your own tales of horror. Your parents can get
in touch with me over at scarystorykids dot com, and if you like the
stories you heard, tell a friend about them. Thank you very much for
listening. Keep it scary everyone, So you assume