Stavanger Bay spotlight

Ghost stories were as real as any other tale.
Claire, being a quirky girl believed not only in the demons that lurked in the shadows of the forest, she was certain that there were also maleficent entities that roamed in the atmosphere and instead of haunting the forests they preferred to reside in the heart of the most lonesome beings. Her being a prime example.

She was sure many demons and monsters lived inside her entrails, they were the ones that lurred her mind to the pessimistic side of the scale and that blinded her eyes of the beauty and blessings she possessed.

The beating of her heart increased as an eerie feeling of being watched flooded over her. For once she understood how the prey felt when being stalked. There she was standing still like a deer blinded by the headlights, waiting for the tiger to lunge at her back. She felt the urge to call out again but she decided against it, whoever was out there would've already come to her at her first call...

Then came the howl. Piercing through her vertebrae as well as the thick air. She jerked her head brusquely and searched frantically for the upcoming monster. But the hell-sent creature never came --which was worse in her opinion. She would prefer to be devoured with one swift bite than tortured.

An uncontrollable twitch took hold of her bony knees and a silent curse fell from her tongue.