It was a cold spring morning when mister John Kelly walked across the beach. In one hand he carried a shovel and in the other a silver neckless. 'It's been a while since I have been here' he whispered 'I almost forgot how peaceful this place actually is.' John took a deep breath and smelled the salty air of the water, he listened to the hauling of the sea which sounded like an old friend to him. He looked up; the sky was still clear no sign of mist.

John knew that he shouldn't be here, the place was cursed. People came to the beach and walked into the mist never to be seen again. But once year he couldn't resist to stand waiting at what was once an entrance, looking at a sign warning him for the danger lurking in the air. So once a year John Kelly would ignore the warnings he got from his neighbours, he would ignore the sign and stepped over the small chain like fence onto the beach.

And while he made his way across the beach, memories of the place flooded as soon as they came. John remembered how lively the beach first was, children running around families enjoying the late summer sun.

John smiled and stood still for a second to let it all sink in and asked himself 'what am I doing, risking my life out here?' But deep down he knew why he finally came here, after two years.

John shacked his head and continued walking.