They say drowning's a slow and painful way to go, they say it feels like you're breathing in fire until your mind gives up while your lungs are still trying to breath in the water. Makes me wonder if this is why there are so many ghosts on the beach and why.
They're all dressed nicely, all prim and proper and we know why that is at least. See there was this church on the cliffside led by Preacher Nancarrow - The Church of St. Sabbas - and the council kept telling everyone that the cliff was eroding more and more with every storm but people always said it'd last another year.
Apparently there was a storm during one of the Sunday sermons that sent the whole place tumbling down into the sea. The waves were so bad that there weren't any survivors and before anybody really had much of a chance to mourn, the second World War came along and people were kept occupied.
By the time that had all blown over there was a village with barely anybody in it and a beach full of ghosts all led by Nancarrow. He keeps trying to march the congregation back into the village but they can only get as far as the ruined church's remains.
Sometimes people pick up pieces of the church and move them closer together to stop the congregation from trying to reclaim their old homes. Other times people will take a piece of the rubble and carry it about, leading them on a wild goose chase right up to the village boundary before tossing it back over the cliff and watching the congregation soar alongside it.
I'm sure we won't find it so funny when the rest of the village joins them someday.
They're all dressed nicely, all prim and proper and we know why that is at least. See there was this church on the cliffside led by Preacher Nancarrow - The Church of St. Sabbas - and the council kept telling everyone that the cliff was eroding more and more with every storm but people always said it'd last another year.
Apparently there was a storm during one of the Sunday sermons that sent the whole place tumbling down into the sea. The waves were so bad that there weren't any survivors and before anybody really had much of a chance to mourn, the second World War came along and people were kept occupied.
By the time that had all blown over there was a village with barely anybody in it and a beach full of ghosts all led by Nancarrow. He keeps trying to march the congregation back into the village but they can only get as far as the ruined church's remains.
Sometimes people pick up pieces of the church and move them closer together to stop the congregation from trying to reclaim their old homes. Other times people will take a piece of the rubble and carry it about, leading them on a wild goose chase right up to the village boundary before tossing it back over the cliff and watching the congregation soar alongside it.
I'm sure we won't find it so funny when the rest of the village joins them someday.
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