The lighthouse had been abandoned for decades, its beacon long extinguished. On a dare, I climbed its spiraling stairs one stormy night, hoping to prove the stories wrong. But as I reached the top, a single light flickered on, casting eerie shadows across the crashing waves. The air grew thick with a salty chill, and I heard faint cries for help carried by the wind.
Suddenly, the light began to pulse, almost like a heartbeat, drawing me closer to the edge. The legend said the lighthouse keeper disappeared mysteriously, trapped forever between worlds. Now, standing there, I understood why because some lights never truly go out. They wait, watching for the next soul to guide… or to trap. Shutdown123