When hushed the children were lead forward by teachers. The small hum of talking could not overtake the smashing of the pebbles and the foaming of the water at the shore. There was a strange atmosphere to the place, almost like a smell of impending doom; this was as is mainly because of the sheer stoop of cliff there was. In awe of the drop Charlie edged ever closer to see the seafront.
'That is a very vertical drop.' Stuttered Charlie in awe at the wonderful sight the sunset bestowed on the water, reflecting the scarlet light dimly on the rippling surface.
'Step away Charlie Mowen , a girl died at this very cliff and I don't want you to do the same.' Bickered Mrs. Stone as she took him firmly by the hand and pushed him a safe distance off. Emma who had now witnessed what had happened rushed swiftly over to help Charlie.
'Did you get hurt?' Encouraged Emma helping him to his feet; before he could say anything they arrived at the hotel.
This place seemed to have an even stranger aura. An aura of death.