Father Cyprus Gray knew something was going on his town. A small, quiet, highly religious Oregon town where hardly anything ever happened was where he made his home. They lived on the ocean, but it was rarely angry. Usually, it was just serene and calm. It was good to the town, and Cyprus believed it was because God smiled on them.
However, as of late, people had been disappearing. Just getting up and going to see a friend, and then disappearing completely. Three, it was now. Three people who just up and left. None of them were even connected. It was a mystery that screamed unnatural. This is what caught his attention. It didn't seem normal; something was different about this.
Cyprus grew more determined by the day to find out what it was, and finally, on a Monday, he got up and got dressed and headed down to the beach where the police were doing their investigation. Normally, he was a law abiding man. However, on matters that concerned the supernatural, he could make an exception. He would get into that crime scene no matter what.
Luckily for him, the police officers were nowhere to be found when he arrived at the beach. It was as serene as always, save for the yellow tape. It was a small beach, hardly even a hundred yards long. Jagged rocks cut it off on either side, making it rather enclosed. He looked around, to make sure he wasn't being watched, before he took off his shoes and socks and folded up his trouser pants. Then, carefully, he moved over the tape and began his investigation.
However, as of late, people had been disappearing. Just getting up and going to see a friend, and then disappearing completely. Three, it was now. Three people who just up and left. None of them were even connected. It was a mystery that screamed unnatural. This is what caught his attention. It didn't seem normal; something was different about this.
Cyprus grew more determined by the day to find out what it was, and finally, on a Monday, he got up and got dressed and headed down to the beach where the police were doing their investigation. Normally, he was a law abiding man. However, on matters that concerned the supernatural, he could make an exception. He would get into that crime scene no matter what.
Luckily for him, the police officers were nowhere to be found when he arrived at the beach. It was as serene as always, save for the yellow tape. It was a small beach, hardly even a hundred yards long. Jagged rocks cut it off on either side, making it rather enclosed. He looked around, to make sure he wasn't being watched, before he took off his shoes and socks and folded up his trouser pants. Then, carefully, he moved over the tape and began his investigation.