The Graymere Sea Fiend

Original- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1fikTsbqAMThe North Sea wind lashed across the jagged cliffs as Alden Vexley stepped down from the rattling coach. He was a naturalist and junior member of the Linnaean Society, arriving in the coastal village of Graymere. He was a tall gentleman of 35, bespectacled, with a notebook perpetually in hand and a leather satchel worn smooth from years in the field. The air was raw with salt and the stench of fish rot and kelp, the sky above a bruised smear of grey.Before him stretched the village of Graymere- a huddle of slate- roofed cottages and crooked chimneys leaning like drunks toward the wind. The village lay along a wind-scoured inlet, where gannets and puffins nested high in the cliffs and black-backed gulls scavenged among the shingle beach.He adjusted his spectacles and tightened his scarf. Behind him, the driver gave a grunt, tossed his luggage to the gravel, and left without a word.Alden stood alone.My Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/7wXzsnnDVBpe3i00aL253p A HUGE thank you to all my patreons and members for making this video possible!➤Original StoryWritten By: huntalex- https://pastebin.com/KsivC67Z Editing/SFX Work By WeeklyCreeps- https://www.youtube.com/@WeeklyCreeps Music By: https://www.youtube.com/@repulsive1908 ➤Join the Following: Send in your stories! https://pastebin.com/Wnx5UAaA My Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Viidith22storiesSupport the channel!- https://ko-fi.com/viidith22 Twitter- http://bit.ly/2pYZVBsInstagram-http://bit.ly/2ppPCCw Second Channel- http://bit.ly/2qLLVf4 Merch: http://bit.ly/2wsHPbw 00:00 Story28:05 Thank You Supporters!