The Guest at Pine Shores

February 10, 2026

by Gerardo

1 min read

Story Premise 1 min read (171 words)

"Our family vacation was at the Pine Shores Resort. One afternoon, I was in the pool when the surface began to fizz and pop. I dove down to look and saw a pale figure watching me from the deep end. My heart jumped into my throat. People say the old resort has permanent visitors, but […]"

Our family vacation was at the Pine Shores Resort. One afternoon, I was in the pool when the surface began to fizz and pop. I dove down to look and saw a pale figure watching me from the deep end. My heart jumped into my throat.

People say the old resort has permanent visitors, but I never took the stories seriously. Later, at the arcade, the game I played lit up and gave me a hundred free turns without a single coin. I just stood there, stunned.

That night, I woke up and saw a tall, dark shape standing by the glass door to the balcony. It was just watching the moon on the water. I pulled the covers over my head, too scared to move.

I’ve seen strange little things around this place before, but never anything so clear. I don’t think anything bad ever happened here, and I hope it stays that way. We’re coming back next summer, and I’m bringing my cousin. I wonder what we will see.

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