An American Were-Shark in Ibiza

— An AI horror movie mashup

Arrival in Ibiza

“Can you believe we’re finally here?” Emma said, her eyes wide with excitement as they stepped off the plane.

Sara grinned, adjusting her backpack. “I know, right? After all those late-night study sessions, we deserve this. Plus, I’ve been dying to check out the beaches here.”

American college students, Emma and Sara, had decided to spend their summer vacation in Ibiza, hoping for a break from their studies and a chance to enjoy the island’s legendary nightlife and beautiful beaches. They arrived on a sunny afternoon, their spirits high and ready for adventure.

Emma laughed. “And the clubs, don’t forget the clubs. This is going to be epic!”

The girls had been friends since their freshman year at college, bonding over their shared love for adventure and late-night nachos. Emma was a biology major with a knack for getting into trouble, while Sara, an art history major, was the more sensible one, often reigning in Emma’s wild ideas.

As they rode the taxi to their hotel, they chatted about their plans.

“So, what’s first on the agenda?” Emma asked, flipping through a travel guide.

“Well,” Sara said thoughtfully, “I was thinking we could start with some sightseeing, maybe visit some of the historical sites. And then, of course, hit the beach.”

“Sounds good to me,” Emma agreed. “But promise me we’ll find some time to dance. I didn’t pack these heels for nothing.”

Sara rolled her eyes playfully. “Deal. But only if you promise not to get us into too much trouble.”

“No promises,” Emma said with a wink.

They checked into their hotel, a quaint little place with a stunning view of the ocean. After unpacking, they headed out to explore the town. The sun was shining, and the air was filled with the scent of salt and the sound of laughter.

“This place is amazing,” Sara said, taking a deep breath. “I can’t believe we’re finally here.”

“Me neither,” Emma replied. “Let’s make the most of it.”

The Caves of Can Marçà

Eager to explore beyond the usual tourist spots, Emma and Sara signed up for a guided tour of the Can Marçà caves, a series of ancient, enchanted caverns nestled in the northern cliffs of Ibiza. Their guide, a quirky local named Carlos, spun tales of hidden treasures and mythical creatures that lurked within the cave’s depths.

“Legend says,” Carlos whispered dramatically, “that a monstrous guardian protects these caves. It is said to be a shape-shifter, part human, part beast. Some say it’s a dragon, others a sea monster. But beware, for those who encounter it rarely leave unchanged.”

Emma and Sara exchanged amused glances. “This sounds like a bad B-movie plot,” Emma joked.

The Bite

Their tour continued without incident until they reached a secluded pool within the cave, its waters glowing eerily under the dim lights. Emma, ever the adventurous one, decided to take a dip despite the guide’s warnings to stay clear of the water. Sara, not wanting to be left out, joined her. As they swam, something brushed against their legs. Both yelped in surprise, then gasped in pain as sharp teeth sank into their calves. Panicking, they thrashed and managed to pull themselves out of the water, but not before catching a glimpse of a shadowy figure beneath the surface.

Carlos paled. “You shouldn’t have done that. We need to get you to a hospital. Now.”

Tragedy Strikes

Back at their hotel, Emma and Sara’s wounds were bandaged, but Sara’s condition rapidly deteriorated. She became feverish and delirious, her eyes taking on a haunting, otherworldly glow. Despite Emma’s pleas, Sara’s condition worsened through the night, and she succumbed to her injuries by dawn.

Emma was devastated, blaming herself for dragging Sara into the water. Strangely, the next night, she began experiencing odd dreams filled with deep blue waters, hunting, and an insatiable desire to bite into flesh. She woke up drenched in sweat, her teeth aching and skin tingling. And then she saw Sara standing by her bedside.

“You’re turning into one of them,” Sara whispered, her voice cold and eerie. “You have to stop it before it’s too late.”

Emma blinked and rubbed her eyes, but Sara was gone. She chalked it up to grief and stress, but deep down, she felt a growing unease.

Strange Symptoms

Over the next few days, Emma’s symptoms worsened. Her eyes started to take on a silvery-blue hue, and her skin began to feel rougher, almost scaly in places. Sara’s ghostly presence became a constant, appearing at odd moments to taunt and warn her.

One evening, as Emma ran water to wash her face, she glanced up to see Sara standing in the mirror behind her. But this time, Sara looked worse—her skin was pale and mottled, her eyes sunken, and her lips cracked and bloodless.

“Look at you, Emma,” Sara’s apparition said, her voice a raspy whisper. “You’re becoming a monster. Do you really think you can live like this?”

“Leave me alone!” Emma screamed, throwing a hairbrush through Sara’s translucent form, only to have it hit the wall and clatter to the floor.

Transformation

One evening, Emma went down to the beach to take in some air and try to get her mind off the horrible tragedy. the beach was blocked by a seaside bar. As she cut her way through the bar, a clumsy partygoer stumbled and spilled his drink all over her.

“Ugh, watch where you’re going!” Emma snapped, feeling a sharp pain in her spine as the liquid soaked her clothes.

Instantly, she collapsed. The crowd gathered around her, but before their eyes, her body began to contort and change. Her fingers fused into webbed claws, her skin turned a silvery gray, and her teeth elongated into sharp fangs. Her screams turned into guttural growls.

Amidst the chaos, she saw Sara standing in the crowd, her appearance now gruesome. Sara’s skin was peeling away, revealing patches of raw flesh underneath. Her eyes were milky white, and her mouth twisted into a horrific smile.

“Emma, Don’t say I didn’t warn you?” Sara croaked, her voice a blend of sorrow and judgement.

Emma couldn’t respond, her body overtaken by the transformation. She fled from the beach, disappearing into the night.

The Hunt

As Emma’s transformation completed, an uncontrollable hunger took over. She fled from the beach, disappearing into the night. News of strange attacks began to surface—people found bitten and clawed, their wounds resembling those of a shark attack. The local authorities were baffled, unable to explain how a shark could be responsible for attacks on land.

Sara’s ghost appeared more frequently, urging Emma to end her suffering. Each time, Sara looked more decayed, her flesh hanging off her bones, her voice increasingly hollow.

“You can’t live like this, Emma,” Sara’s rotting form hissed. “End it before you hurt anyone else.”

Emma, determined to save herself and escape Sara’s ghostly torment, delved into the local legends and myths, seeking answers. She returned to the Can Marçà caves, seeking out Carlos. Together, they pieced together the old stories and realized that Emma had become the latest victim of the cave’s monstrous guardian. In tormented fear, Emma ran out of the caves.

Confrontation

Determined to save Emma, Carlos concocted a plan. He believed that if he could lure Emma back to the caves, they might be able to reverse the transformation. Armed with makeshift weapons and a mixture of hope and fear, he set out to find Emma.

His search led him to a secluded neighborhood where Emma had been spotted. As night fell, he called out to her, hoping to reach the part of her that was still human.

“Emma, it’s Carlos. Please, come back!” Carlos pleaded, his voice echoing over the water.

Emma emerged from the shadows, her monstrous form glistening in the moonlight. For a moment, there was recognition in her eyes. But then, she saw Sara’s corpse standing beside Carlos, now a grotesque, skeletal figure. Her eyes were hollow, and her mouth dripped with blackened blood.

“Look at yourself, Emma,” Sara’s decayed form croaked. “You’re no better than me. Join me in death.”

Emma’s resolve weakened, and she lunged at Carlos, her jaws snapping. Carlos fought desperately, trying to subdue her without causing harm. In the chaos, he managed to wound Emma, and as she staggered, he seized the opportunity to strike with a specially prepared antidote, a concoction derived from the cave’s ancient plants.

Redemption

Emma collapsed, her body convulsing as the antidote took effect. Slowly, her monstrous features began to recede, and she reverted to her human form. Exhausted and weak, Emma looked up at Carlos with tear-filled eyes. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

Carlos hugged her tightly. “It’s over now. You’re safe.”

As the antidote took hold, Sara’s ghostly presence faded away, her decayed form dissolving into the night. Emma felt a profound sense of relief, knowing that her friend’s tortured spirit was finally at peace.

Epilogue: A New Beginning

Emma’s recovery was slow, and the memories of her time as a monster haunted her. Doctors, perplexed by her symptoms, advised her to change her bandages often to prevent any infection and to aid in the healing process. Emma took this advice seriously, desperate to avoid any complications.

Finally, the day came when Emma was well enough to leave the hospital.

“You really should change your bandages frequently,” the doctor advised. “Keep the wound clean and dry.”

Emma nodded, eager to follow any advice that would prevent a recurrence of the horror she had experienced.

Emma returned to the U.S., her wild vacation in Ibiza now a mix of horror and humor, a story she would tell with caution and laughter.

Back in Ibiza, the legend of the Enchanted Caves of Can Marçà grew, adding the tale of the American girl who became a were-shark to its repertoire. The locals spoke of it with a mix of fear and amusement, a reminder of the island’s mysterious allure.

Emma settled back into her routine, grateful to be home. One evening, feeling particularly dusty after a long day, she decided to take her first shower since the incident.

“Finally, I can feel clean again,” she said, stepping into the bathroom.

As the water cascaded over her, a familiar tingling sensation spread through her body. Her skin began to turn silvery gray, and her teeth sharpened once more. The monstrous transformation was far from over.

As she stared at her reflection, a mix of fear and resignation filled her eyes. Suddenly, Sara’s corpse appeared in the bathroom mirror, her decaying face contorted into a devilish grin. Emma screamed, realizing that her struggle with the curse was only beginning.