About ten years back, it was a calm blissful night. All i could hear from my half severed ear was the howl or an owl, the crickets chirping. Sometimes when i still drive by the rocks by the beach my stomach churns and i get flashbacks to what happend. A family of four expecting a beach-side night out, picnic rugs, ice-cream and last but not least plastic sand shovels. When i entred the seemingly emety area the night turned fiasco, and not in a good way. Every now and then i hear the little girl, the youngest child screaming for help as i beat her to death with her own instrument, the plastic shovel. I killed all of the family and buried them underneath the sand of that one forgotten beach. To this day not one soul has found out. I am happy i can get this load off of my chest.