There I stood with my binoculars staring into the distance at the tall lighthouse; it had been the town’s attraction. It was black and white with a red top. There was what looked to be like windows on each side. I’ve heard many stories about it, some good and some downright bad. I was curious about the old tales that my nanny uses to tell me about; the mysterious lights that circled around at night when the sky is at the darkest hour. A suicide of a young woman, that took the plunge at the top of the lighthouse. This was definitely a mission for me to take on. Plus the most famous legend which is that the lighthouse was given to the devil after a man gave up his soul. That one definitely brought chills up my spine, but I insisted on going there. Later in the day I decided to go online to see if other people had made any visits to the suspicious lighthouse. The number was staggering. “The Daily Evidence” listed about 20 disappearances since 2016, regarding the lighthouse. I thought to myself, maybe it isn’t a good idea to go there, but how could I be sure that these people didn’t just get lost on their way there and back. I was not about to lose this chance. Late that night while in my room, I started packing a bag for my investigation. The path that most people take is pretty dangerous, so the chances of me dying are high.
The morning has come and the sky is gloomy, it resembles the earth’s lungs being polluted by cigarettes. A strange feeling came into the pit of my stomach, a knot that stuck until I had my morning coffee. Sitting at the table, I only think of what the day is going to bring. Turning on the TV, the first thing I see is a reporter stating that two young teens disappeared in the Ortano River, which is close to the lighthouse. A weird feeling again went over my body, and now I’m second guessing myself even more. It’s now 3:00 p.m., and it’s time for me to start my hike up the path. Closing the door to my house, my cat peers through the curtain. He looks very frightened and pleads for me not to leave; walking up the rocky paths, leading down to the large rocks and the currents of the water. The hike to the lighthouse was a tedious one that left me exhausted. Reaching the lighthouse I peered up and admired the aged, exterior of it. So I decided to sit down and rest before I started doing my exploration.
At around 7:00 p.m., I walk inside; the place is filled with spider webs and spiraling steps. I could only imagine what could be up there. Maybe the bodies of the people who disappeared are being tormented by the devil or some creature. I decided to take a walk up the steps, when I get halfway I peered down to see a red dress glide into the corner. My heart stopped, now I’m afraid to go up and I’m definitely not going down. What was that? Could it be the girl that killed herself…? I was thinking to myself that the exhaustion is getting to me. So I decide to continue my way up the stairs. Looking back for the second time I see the red dress again, I scream out “Who’s there?” no one responds just dead silence.
I decided not to take the venture up the steps coming back down the intense feeling of dread is all around me and the powerful odor of a dead animal, burns my nose. As I get closer to the floor I see a small ball of something. Stepping my foot onto the floor, I noticed that my cat was dead and somehow appeared here. The whole time I was wondering did someone follow me here. My heart is racing as the tears are pouring for my cat reaper. I picked up the dead cat, and tried walking through the opening of the lighthouse when suddenly my skin began to burn, the cat that was in my hand, morphed into a woman’s head. I dropped it! I tried to scream, but nothing would come out. I feel freezing hands being placed on my shoulder as I dropped to the ground reaching my hand out for something to grab onto. The red dress, then appeared in the corner of my eye, and the smell of death reached my nose again. My throat and skin started disintegrating. I could not move from this position and whatever it was behind me had no intentions of letting go. Fright took over my thoughts, and then everything suddenly went dark.