Terrifying Tales of the Tidal Terror

Horror had a name, and in the coastal town of Harrowsport, that name was whispered only in the direst of circumstances: The Tidal Terror.

Harrowsport, once a thriving seaside community, had long lost its former vibrancy. Houses lay abandoned, and the few remaining residents spoke little, their eyes haunted by an unspeakable dread. Every full moon, as the tides swelled abnormally high, whispers began to circulate of vanished sailors, gutted ships, and blood-chilling shrieks echoing across the water.

Marcus, a writer with a penchant for the macabre, arrived at Harrowsport searching for his next tale. The locals were tight-lipped, but he pieced together a horrifying story from fragments of their broken narratives.

Decades ago, a cult had sought to harness the ocean's power, conducting grotesque rituals on the beach under the silvery light of the full moon. One fateful evening, they succeeded—or so they believed. An entity, neither wholly of the sea nor of the land, was birthed from the abyss. With tentacles like gnarled trees and eyes as lifeless as the void, The Tidal Terror emerged.

Every month, the creature would rise, its insatiable hunger drawing it to Harrowsport's shores, leaving destruction in its wake. The cult, realizing their horrendous mistake, sought to rectify it, but they too became victims, their screams joining the cacophony of the damned.

Marcus, both fascinated and horrified, decided to witness the terror for himself. He spent days preparing, setting up cameras, and taking all possible precautions.

The night arrived. As the moon shone in all its ghastly brilliance, the sea began its ominous churn. Slowly, the grotesque form of The Tidal Terror emerged. Its tentacles reached out, pulling ships under and leaving the ocean stained with red. The sheer force of its presence was maddening, and Marcus felt an overwhelming urge to flee. Yet, he remained, documenting the horrors before him.

When dawn broke, Harrowsport was once again quiet, its streets echoing with the haunting memories of the night before. Marcus, forever changed by what he'd witnessed, left the town with his recordings. But something lingered in his mind, a voice, or perhaps a whisper, beckoning him back to those cursed shores.

His tale, published under the guise of fiction, became a sensation. But no one knew the real price Marcus paid. He was never seen again, and in Harrowsport, they say he became another of the creature's countless victims, claimed by the relentless pull of The Tidal Terror.