The Fruit That Remembers

Beware the tide that rolls in after midnight. Last summer, beach cleaners found

something impossible. Carved watermelons arranged in a perfect circle, their faces twisted

in silent screams. Inside each one, human teeth pressed into the flesh. The locals say if

you bring fruit to the shore at night, it comes alive. They watch you with

hollow eyes, waiting for you to turn your back. One tourist ignored the warnings.

They found him at dawn, surrounded by grinning pineapples. His body was never

the same. The fruit always remembers.