Here is a short horror story I put together over the last couple days. I don't claim to be
a good writer, but perhaps you all will get a small thrill out of it.
Forever lost in a lighthouse.
Golden rays of the setting sun streamed across an old lighthouse along with a few last cries of sea birds were heard as the shadows deepend towored night. Suddently lights flashed across the landscape as a motor car drove up, parking some distance from the lighthouse that was perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean below.. The sound of the ocean surf crashing against the rocks far below was heard as two people walked a narrow path that led toward the lighthouse entrance.
"Careful sis! Those old flagstones are slippery." said Albert as he grabbed his sisters arm.
"Thank you, but I don't know why we had to come here tonight anyway. This old lighthouse is spooky anough in the daytime." replied Jenny.
"You know we have to gather up the last of grandfathers possessions tonight. This place will be off limits while the workers install the automated system starting tomorrow. I want to make one last look around in case we missed something, and I don't want strangers messing with them." Albert said with some irritation in his voice.
Jenny nodded as she waited for her brother to unlock the door.
"It's hard to believe grandfather lived here for nearly 50 years. I can remember him telling us stories about ship wrecks that happened here during storms." said Jenny as she looked at the full moon rising over the ocean.
"Yea, he sure seemed to enjoy his solitude. I would have thought he would have wanted to leave after grandma died 20 years ago. Ah I got the door open, now for the lights." replied Albert as he shined his flashlight around the large circular entrance room. There was only some trash and a few odds and ends laying about. Most eveything of value had been moved out earlier that week.
"Ye gods. Hear that wind moaning through the old light, it's sending chills down my spine." whispered Jenny.
"Come on sis, there isn't anything here to be afraid of. Your don't believe those old ghost stories grandpa told us do you? " Albert said with a grin.
"Not really, but I must say I remember having a few nightmares after hearing them." said Jenny thoughtfully.
"There! I got the lights on. I don't see anything here. Let's check the upper floors and the light." said Albert as he began to climb the stone stairway that hugged the curve of the lighthouse wall followed close behind by Jenny.
They inspected each of the half dozen floors, and finally climbed through a trap door leading inside the windowed room where in the center the carbon arc light stood on a rotating mount with it's large polished reflector set behind it.
"Should we be up here keeping the light from working?" asked Jenny.
"It hasn't been used since grandpa died. They have a temporary one on that small tower down the coast." said Albert pointing toward the light to the south.
Just then they hear what sounds like a hinge creaking from below. "What was that?" Jenny asked nervously.
"Probably a draft moving a door I ___" Albert was interrupted by the sound of a door shuting. Then said "That's likely someone from the coast guard checking up on us. I will go down and see." said Albert not quite as certain as he had been before.
"Please be careful Albert." said Jenny as she watched him climb down through the trap door.
A minute or so later Jenny heard Albert call out "Is anyone there?" Jenny started to really get worried after a few more minutes of silence the lights went out. She crited out. "Albert the lights went out, is everything alright?" Then she heard Albert cry out. "Noooo it can't be." Moments later the sound of running and another cry followed by a loud thud. Jenny was shaking all over by now and afraid to move, but after a few minutes she called out to Albert again with no answer. After a time her vision became accustomed to the dark so she finally crept over and looked down through the trap door where she could just make out Alberts flashlight beam perhaps two floors below. "That looks like the floor grandfathers bedroom was on." Jenny said to her self. She was afraid, but she wondered if Albert might be seriously injured,.and knew she must go down and check to be sure.
Moments after she climbed down to the platform just below the light room when she heard the sound of something heavy being slowly dragged. She called out again "is that you Albert?" the sound immediately stopped, but no answer from her brother.
Jenny was breaking out in a cold sweat still frozen in her tracks. A few minutes later the creaking sound of those hinges were heard again. Then another heavy thud followed by a door closing. Jenny could hardly breath as she felt her heart pounding ever faster. She knew she couldn't stay there so she swallowed hard and started slowly creeping down the steps.
The light from the flashlight grew brighter as she drew closer. Finally she saw where it was laying on the floor. She bent over and after picking it up she looked around the room. Over against the wall was a old wardrobe that had beenshaped to fit the tapered wall so well they had decided to leave it. On the floor she could see in the dust where something had been dragged toward the large clothes cabinet. A fearful thought entered Jenny's mind. "Had someone killed and placed Alberts body in there?"
But she immediatly decided if that was the case why hadn't it or what come for her. She called out Alberts name once more, but there wasn't any response. Though she didn't like the idea of looking in the wardrobe, she felt if Albert was in there he might need help. So she walked over and tried to calm her fears then slowly opened the large doors.
Fearing the worst she steped back and shined the light inside. At first it looked empty then a ghostly vapor started to form. A chill swept over her as the vapor began to take human form. Suddenly she recognized the figure of her grandfather as a blood curdling moan filled the air. She tried to scream, but she was frozen with fear.
Moments later a figure dressed in Alberts clothes rose from the bottom of the wardrobe. When she saw it's face she cried "Noooo it can't be." the face was that of Albert. Bearly recognizable with sunken eyes and mouth drawn so his teeth were fully visable. His hands were almost bones as he reached for Jenny. She screemed turning to run, but was met by the spector of her grandmother next to the stairway where she fainted and fell to her death,
The next day the workers found the couples car, but no sign of anyone in the lighthouse. Albert and Jenny were never seen again, but on nights with a full moon. Folks say they sometimes hear moaning and see ghostly vapors around the old lighthouse yet today.