The waves calmly lapped against the rocks. The surface of the ocean was peaceful... but what is that? Something was moving underwater, just a shadow. The waves started to move violently and then... ROAR! A humanoid crocodile-lochness-monster creature reared out of the water.

"CUT! Good job Rajeev," said Spencer. He was working on a new short film titled... well he hadn't figured that out yet, but with his family going down to the beach, it was a perfect opportunity to make a film with a sea monster, aka Rajeev. Spencer Wright loved making short films, especially about monsters and zombies. As he reviewed the film, he noticed something moving in the background, a plastic bag perhaps? "Wait a sec Rajeev; something was in the shot-"

"Seriously, can't we take a break?" Rajeev interrupted with a whiney voice, his monster costume slightly askew. "We've been filming ever since your parents let us go and I haven't been able to check out any girls."

Spencer sighed. "Fine, we got most of it anyway."

"Yes!" Rajeev tore off the sea monster head, fins, everything and ran off down the beach after a couple of girls in bikinis. Spencer smiled and shook his friend at his friend's hopelessness. What Rajeev lacked in looks, he made up for it in persistence. Though girls often found this creepy and generally thought they were too good for him anyway. He has yet to find a girl interested in him.

Spencer sat back on a rock in the knee deep water and sighed again. Things are so different since his family moved here in California. His father, Hugh Wright, is an inventor and one of his contraptions actually worked and was successful enough to move them here. This was surprising to everyone except Hugh; most of his gadgets have no purpose or didn't even work. Why California? Who knows, thought Spencer. His family was rather eccentric; his younger sister is a karate expert for heaven's sake.

They had found a mansion on the water front and the beach was technically private, but years of being un-owned have blurred the lines between public and private. Now people sometimes walked down the beach into his backyard. He figured the reason it stood empty so long was because of all the ghost stories attached to it; stuff moving, weird noises, typical stuff like that. This hadn't been a problem for the Wright family; the only member who believed in ghosts was Spencer and he was looking forward to possibly filming one… The mansion was fairly tall, 3 levels and a basement, and was uniquely shaped. Someone had fun designing this house. His family had brought him and Rajeev down to the beach while the movers were bringing the stuff into the mansion; they had been in an apartment until they found the house. Despite just moving to California a couple of weeks before, Rajeev and he were fast friends.

Spencer scowled and squinted at the replay of the recently filmed scene. What the heck was that? Yellow and kinda triangular shaped... dorsal fin? Sharks don't come this close, do they? And who has heard of a yellow shark? Looking up, he stared at the general direction of where the camera had been pointed. Nothing was there except a few tall rocks and more water.

"Spencer!" It was his mom. "We brought a picnic, come eat with us." Spencer turned and walked towards his family; mother, father and sister; and Rajeev, who had returned from flirting with girls

"I'm coming!" He yelled. Spencer never suspected that he was being watched.

The picnic was delicious and Spencer had eaten a sandwich and pineapple. Afterwards, Rajeev rode his bike home and promised to come back the next day to finish the last scene of the film. It had been a late lunch; more like dinner actually because the sun was already descending and the sand growing cold.

Spencer gathered the filming props on the beach as his family walked to the mansion. At this point, there was no one left on the beach except him. Props in his arms, he started toward his new home. A shiver went up his spine as he felt like someone was behind him. Spencer quick spun around, but the beach was still deserted. He shook it off and figured he'd seen and directed too many horror movies about old mansions.

Ascending the creaky steps that connected the beach and deck, Spencer dropped his camera. Cursing his clumsiness, I hope nothing cracked…; he bent over to pick it up. Creak. Creak. Those were the steps… and he wasn't on them anymore. I knew I was being followed! The ghost that haunts the mansion! Why would it use stairs, to scare me?

"I know your there!" Silence. He had his camera ready, but there was nothing to film. Spencer walked backwards through the door so not to miss anything, only to run onto his sister.

"Watch where you're going!" said Jessica, but noticing he still wasn't paying attention, she looked in the direction Spencer was staring intently at. "You're so weird," she muttered and continued out onto the deck.

The moment gone, Spencer shook his head and continued into the house. He wanted to get started editing the scenes he had already filmed on his computer.

That night as Spencer lay in bed, he thought he heard someone singing outside. Someone must have turned their radio on too high was his last thought before he fell asleep.

"I'm looking at the bro in the mirror

I'm telling him not to change a thing

There's no way it will be any clearer

When it comes to being bromazing

He's the king!"