In Veiled Vision, a young woman named Bethany stumbles upon a buried pair of sunglasses during a final walk on the beach. What’s the last thing you found while exploring the shore? Maybe it was nothing—but what if it changed everything? That’s exactly what happens to Bethany. The moment she slips on the shades, she unlocks a gateway between life and death. What begins as the close of a peaceful vacation spirals into a heart-pounding encounter with a ghost desperate for help.
“Twirling Foliage” complements the story like a breeze carrying both curiosity and surprise. Its light, swirling rhythm mirrors Bethany’s carefree walk along the shore, while the playful undercurrent slowly gives way to tension. Just as the tale shifts from calm to eerie, the tune’s airy grace contrasts with the creeping unease—making the twist feel all the more unexpected. It’s the sonic equivalent of a windblown leaf landing somewhere it never meant to go.
This emotional and suspenseful short story from Eloquent Tales & Blues blends the eerie pull of the unknown with the raw courage of an ordinary girl faced with an extraordinary request. If you enjoy ghost stories with meaning, mystery, and heart, this is your next favorite.
When I first started writing flash fiction, I was also watching Ghost Whisperer. While I’d never copy someone’s work, inspiration finds its way in. When I sat down to write this ghost story, echoes of that show lingered in my mind. But to keep it original, I turned to a prompt from an old NYC Midnight list—an object that had to appear: a pair of sunglasses. At the time, the result was one of my earliest stories, and admittedly a rough one. Now, after refining it through my editing process, I’m proud to say the tale remains true to its roots, only sharper and more complete.
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Bethany was having an outstanding day, soaking in the last moments of her family’s beach vacation. On their final day, she took one last walk along the shoreline. Bethany took comfort as the waves lapped up against her legs and the salt-laden wind nipped at her unbound hair. It felt like the world was holding its breath, precious and fleeting, when her bare foot stepped on something hard. Heart racing, she bent down and unearthed whatever her foot had struck.
When the object broke through the wet sand, her breath caught as she found a pair of sunglasses. The frames were unusual but absolutely striking. She lifted the solid frames from the sand, letting the incoming waves wash away the clinging grit. She glanced around the empty beach, then peered through her prize to see if they fit. When her vision didn’t blur, she smiled, enjoying the beautiful view through the tinted lenses.
She rubbed the lenses dry with the edge of her shirt before she put them on again. She turned to walk back towards her parents and noticed a strange man off to her right. She hadn’t seen him earlier, and she wondered how he’d appeared out of nowhere. He must have noticed her studying him because he began walking towards her. She didn’t want to deal with the stranger, so she jogged back towards her parents.
As she went, she kept looking over her shoulder, and the man was still following her. Each time she looked away from the stranger, she forced herself to move just a little faster. When she reached her father, she collapsed, and the glasses fell from her nose. Her fingers flew to her temples, digging in as a sudden pressure built behind her eyes. Her father rushed to her, helped her up, and asked, “Darling, why were you sprinting across the beach?”
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