MariQuirell

''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. ''A few years back, the bodies of four children got found on the beach of the island. Everyone thought they were murdered. Except John Kelly, who knew the truth.…