It was a scorching day, the sweat rang in beabs down drakes back. It was hard to breath in this humidity; it was as if someone was cutting of your air supply. Drake was a normal 14 year old boy who enjoyed to hang around wth is friends and ride the waves on a warm summers day like to day. however this day would change everything.
Drake strolled down the street holding his surfboard under his right arm and a can of soda in his left hand. Josh and Willie had joined him. They all walked together all with ther surfboards and a grin on their faces; but it was all going to change. As they neared the beach drake caught site of of a police car siting by the corner shop, the police man was standing on top of phone box with a mega phone shouting orders.
"Everyone calm down and stay in this area" he ordered to the crowd.
The boys quickened into a run and entered the ever growing crowd.
"What's happened" asked Drake to a spectator.
"Someone's died,"he said pointing to the beach "over ther by the rock"
the boys swiled round and craned their necks to catch a plimpse of the body. It had aready been moved though spot were the man had pointed to was black, as balck as ink. Drake thought is was dryed blood, but closer inspection told him that this was someting completely different. The area here the man had died was black and what was strange was that the area around the spot was changing colour fron the cream sand to a grey shade. It was like tendrils were covering the sand consuming all it there way what what and who would be next!
