The Lighthouse Beach
Looking for a good time? Follow your nose to the salty scent of the ocean, the smoke from the gypsy campfires ... follow your ears as your heart beats to the tune of violins and electric guitars. Can you hear that maniacle laughter? Welcome to The Beach. No no ... not just any beach, THE beach. This is where all those mischeivous creatures come out to play their games, the gypsies dance to their own rhythm, where the hookers of all shapes and sizes come out to woo and where the dangerous Infeirno Oscuro Wolf Pack roam on their own territory.
Along the coast line is this varitable hotspot for all things deviant in nature. Don't let the white sands fool you. Massive tents are set up along one side, makeshift and colored ... some choose to live there, and some are merely homeless. Various stands are set up in this haven for the gypsies and the lost, where you might find odds and ends such as homemade jewelry, clothes, and other artwork. On the corner, across the street is Mickey's. A small makeshift dive with the oldfashioned wooden bar still in place. It includes several pool tables, darts and skeeball ... adn while Mickey is dead and gone, the help is friendly and you can always find cold beer. Various strip clubs line the boardwalk, some including open vampirism. There is Belle's ... a three story mansion that some say is a social club ... consisting of the most beautiful women you could ever imagine. Just don't go nagging to the authorities. Belle is a friendly woman who helps when she's asked of it ... and makes a living how she knows best. The center of The Beach, where most go to commune is the old fountain ... adorned with an angel that must once have been very beautiful, but is now missing it's pretty head. Shame, really. The fountain has become a watering hole for those who need it and a place to play for the vagabond children. Down there on the end, that's the old stage. In the fifties and sixties when the place was surrounded by nice homes and playgrounds, it was the heart of the community. Now it is barely standing, half covered in sand .. the seats are rotting ... a ghost of the majestic nature it once held. Be careful roaming near THERE at night.
Down the beach in the opposite direction is the old lighthouse and pier that runs off into the ocean. Hauntingly picturesque, it has affectionately become known as Pier 7. Yes, The Beach has it's own ghost story. The story is this ... that once upon a time, the beach was lined with nine piers each owned by a wealthy family or business. One such family was the Hunters. When Viet Nam struck, the lover of the oldes Hunter daughter, Isabelle, was called up and shipped out. No more than one year went by before that depressing black car rolled up to the house of the Hunters. That night, the entire beach was sat ablaze by a fire that would sweep out half of the beach lined community and all the piers excpet Pier 7, the Hunter's pier, though the lighthouse is still marked with dark charcoal lashes from the flames. There are several urban legends as to how the fire happened but all lead back to Isabelle. Regardless, the entire family was lost to the flames and it is said that late at night, you can still hear screams if you wander down to the beach near the old lighthouse and Pier 7.