Air Of Wave - Suspense -

Instead of the rhythmic crash of surf, there was only a rhythmic humming—a low-frequency vibration that rattled the marrow of his bones. This was the "Air of Wave," a local phenomenon the fishermen whispered about, usually right before they went missing.

Elias scrambled back, his boots slipping on the wet stone. He watched as Silas was hit first. The old man didn't fall. He was simply swept upward, his body suspended in the "wave" of air, drifting toward the clouds as if he were drowning in the sky. Air of Wave - Suspense

Elias lunged for the heavy iron railing of the lighthouse stairs, locking his arms through the bars. As the wave hit him, the world turned into a blur of grey and gold. He felt his feet leave the ground, his body becoming weightless yet crushed by a thousand atmospheres. He held his breath, his eyes bulging as he watched the town below begin to float away, piece by piece, into the silent, shimmering blue. Instead of the rhythmic crash of surf, there

The Air of Wave had come to claim the coast, and this time, it wasn't going back out to sea. He watched as Silas was hit first

Elias spun around. It was Silas, a man whose face looked like a map of every storm he’d survived. He was pointing a trembling finger at the horizon. "Look at the birds, boy."