The Face

Image courtesy of Penny Jinks

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Sam and Mike had been at the beach for hours. Could this foamy mess that was seeping from beneath the sand have somehow set them under a Medusa-like spell? I shook them, slapped their cheeks, blew in their eyes and pinched their skin but nothing roused them.

I turned to the elderly man who had stayed behind. "Please call for help. I can't leave them here alone."

"I've already tried. For some reason my cell isn't getting any reception. I'll go to my cabin and see if the phone works from there. If I have to, I'll drive to the police station."

After I waved goodbye, I looked down at the foam that was spreading faster than oil. It was changing into an indigo blue and purple. My eyes immediately started to burn as the distorted image's hypnotizing movement swirled around the sand.

A small white spot suddenly appeared amid the gooey blob. I crouched down to take a closer look and was horrified to discover it was a face. After popping up like a Jack-in-the-box, I placed my foot on top of the 'thing' and started twisting it as if putting out a cigarette.

Somewhere in between I heard a scream that I'm pretty sure came from my mouth. I was too frantic to pay attention. Then I removed my foot to see if my handiwork had gotten rid of the face, but it looked me in the eyes and started laughing hysterically.

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Prompt inspiration: In Tandem