Many years ago on beautiful Mount Desert Island, a young girl was silenced by the depths of the choppy Atlantic. She always strolled about the docks and rocks of the salty, Bar Harbor shore. However, one stormy night while the girl’s parents were out of town, she slipped on a rock slab. Just then, an enormous wave swept her off her feet and dragged her into the ocean. To date, her body has never been found. Legends say that it was lost at sea and that her presence still lurks along the rocky shore. However, this claim has never been proven, until now.

It is thirteen years later on the eve of the girl’s death. The stately, majestic manor overlooking the blue ocean has been turned into a Bed and Breakfast. It is at this place where many tourists claim to have seen the ghost of the lady at Bar Harbor. Yet, the parents, still living at the manor, have never seen their daughter.

The Bed and Breakfast puts up guests regularly. However, it had not been receiving as many guests over the past few days. A nor’easter was brewing in Massachusetts and visitors to the island were evacuating.

That night, snow plummeted from the sky at a rate of six inches per hour. Accompanied by wind gusts over one-hundred per hour, the waves from the ocean were flooding the beach and eroding the shoreline. The parents were on the third floor of their manor, watching the destruction below. Then, suddenly, after about two hours, they saw a woman walking along the shore. This woman’s shadowed silhouette and long red dress resembled their daughter in every way.

Quickly, the parents dressed into their winter clothes and boots. They ran downstairs and out the front door of the manor. Standing on the porch, they looked around in shock and distress. Their mansion stood at the top of a hill, but the water from the ocean flooded the bottom of the hill. There seemed to be no way for the parents to get to the ghostly figure at the shore, yet they were determined to find a way.

Persistently, the parents slowly walked down the hill, trailing their feet through streams of slippery slush. At the base of the hill, the parents made eye contact with the spirit, now just about twenty feet away. It was definitely their daughter. Calling out for her, the parents began dragging themselves through the ice-cold water. At that moment, their daughter immediately raised her hands, signaling for her parents to turn back, as the nor’easter was getting worse by the second. However, it was too late. At the storm’s height, a huge wind blew the parents forward into the ocean. Neither parent being able to swim, they both drowned under the chilling choppy waters, never to be seen again.

Even though the parents suffered a fate similar to that of their daughter, their presence did not wander the shoreline and island, as did their daughter’s. Instead, the restless bluish-green waters engulfed their souls and made them permanent residents of the deep.