My spotlight cast eerie shadows against the rock wall opposite the cove. The outcropping seemed to dance in the light as I swung it from side to side. Finally, I saw her. The singer was clinging to one of the pointed rocks. Her head was laying on the wet stone and facing away from me. All I could see was one of her slim, pale arms and her long, black hair. It flowed down from her head and covered her neck and back. https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods Copyright 2021 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Friday at midnight CST. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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