A short story: The Lighthouse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
another short story i wrote a few years ago

Submitted: April 22, 2011

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The air tasted like salt, I stood on a large rock and looked at the lighthouse in wonder. The lighthouse reached high up into the sky. I could see its big bright spotlight; my eyes followed the lights rays out into the dark horizon. I could hear it moving around, sounding like an old tractor engine in the distance. The sound of the spotlight was being drowned out by the crashing of the waves against the shoreline. The waves were ferociously going in and out; it reminded me of a child playing with a yoyo. Sometimes the waves splashed over me. The water was cold as ice and it felt like a sharp and sudden rain shower. I shivered and quickly zipped up my jacket. I could feel the cold spray of the mist on my face, as the wind viciously blew my hair. I looked again at the lighthouse; all I could see was a cloud of gloomy grey mist and a figure of a person standing by the spotlight. My heart began to beat faster and faster. I gasped for air; I got the feeling that something wasn’t right with the lighthouse. I looked back up at the spotlight, the figure had vanished. I hoped that my eyes had been playing tricks on me and there had never been a person up there. I turned around and I quickly jumped off the rock. As I was heading back home, I saw an old fisherman standing by the door to the lighthouse. I stopped and looked at him. He stared at me. The expression on his face was blank. The rain started to fall harder and a strike of lightning lit the sky. The light from the lightning made the man’s face more clearly. His clothes were covered in blood. Another strike of lightning revealed that he was holding a meat clever. I gasped and began to run towards my car. I only glanced behind me once; I could see the fisherman walking quickly after me. I finally reached my car. As I shut the door the man appeared by the side window. His eyes were black. He had an evil grin on his face. As he lifted the meat clever up, ready to smash my window. I managed to start my car and make a getaway.


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