too late. Kane had succumbed to his injuries alone at Cape Elizabeth Lighthouse never knowing that his brother and Rayna had made it safely to shore.”
Tears stung her eyes as she read the words, “Oh my God, how horrible,” she cried. She reached for her phone to dial Emma’s number. The time flashed in front of her: 11:11pm. I can’t call her this late! She slammed the book closed and rose from the floor. Once she stood she was a little dizzy and she chalked it up to the anxiety pill she had taken earlier.
She paced around the small room and whispered to herself, tugging her sweater tightly around her, “It has to be someone else. It couldn’t have been him at the window,” she tried in vain to reason with herself. Maybe it just looks like him, a lot like him. She returned to the living room and stared down at the closed book, nervously chewing her lip.
“She’s right . Michelle’s right … I’m going crazy without people,” Susanna said, “I haven’t even made it two days and I’m already losing my mind!” Lightning flashed in the sky and lit up the small kitchen just before the deafening sound of thunder cracked above her. Susanna cowered instantly and covered her ears.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this!” she cried out in panic.
Suddenly a very distinct and repetitive noise clattered in the distance. It sounded like the slamming of a door or shutter. She went to all the windows in the living room and bedroom and found all the shutters tight and secure. Where was it coming from? She opened the front door which was barely protected from the storm, the rain cutting sideways and battering her face. The noise was louder and clearer from there and she looked up towards the tower. It’s coming from up there. The storm must have blown a door open. She retreated back into the house and went towards the storage room and around the corner. Remembering her flashlight she ran back to the living room and retrieved it before returning to the closed door of the tower. Opening it, she shined her light inside and was greeted by the winding black iron stairs of the tower. She could scarcely make out the door upstairs but could see it banging in the wind where it had come ajar. A wave of apprehension swept over as she judged the distance to the top of the tower. Summoning her courage, she shined the light up the stairs and began her trek into the dark abyss. She was now cursing the fact she had indulged herself and taken a valium which made the spiral stairs that much more daunting. Normally, she imagined she could have sprinted to the top without a problem, but tonight she was having some difficulty. The banging of the door was getting louder and more ominous as she approached the top of the tower.
“God Susanna, don’t look down,” she said, her voice echoing through the concrete walls. The closer she got to the top, the iron steps became more and more slippery from the rain pouring in whenever the door was blown open. She was shoeless, her thick wool socks now soaked through, “Another excellent decision,” she whispered. She was close to the top, the wind and rain now pelting her as she fought her way up the stairs in the freezing cold. As she carefully took another step, Susanna slipped on the cold, icy iron and immediately panicked and grabbed at the rail beside her. She let out a short, terrified scream as she attempted to catch her fall, dropping the flashlight in the process. The metal light clanged and bounced against the steps as it tumbled the entire length of the stairs below her. The noise was loud and horrifying to Susanna as she instantly realized her only source of light was now gone. When the flashlight landed at the bottom of the stairs it spun in a circle wildly, illuminating everything in its path … including the shadow of the man that had been silently following her.
Holding on to the rail for dear
Tears stung her eyes as she read the words, “Oh my God, how horrible,” she cried. She reached for her phone to dial Emma’s number. The time flashed in front of her: 11:11pm. I can’t call her this late! She slammed the book closed and rose from the floor. Once she stood she was a little dizzy and she chalked it up to the anxiety pill she had taken earlier.
She paced around the small room and whispered to herself, tugging her sweater tightly around her, “It has to be someone else. It couldn’t have been him at the window,” she tried in vain to reason with herself. Maybe it just looks like him, a lot like him. She returned to the living room and stared down at the closed book, nervously chewing her lip.
“She’s right . Michelle’s right … I’m going crazy without people,” Susanna said, “I haven’t even made it two days and I’m already losing my mind!” Lightning flashed in the sky and lit up the small kitchen just before the deafening sound of thunder cracked above her. Susanna cowered instantly and covered her ears.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this!” she cried out in panic.
Suddenly a very distinct and repetitive noise clattered in the distance. It sounded like the slamming of a door or shutter. She went to all the windows in the living room and bedroom and found all the shutters tight and secure. Where was it coming from? She opened the front door which was barely protected from the storm, the rain cutting sideways and battering her face. The noise was louder and clearer from there and she looked up towards the tower. It’s coming from up there. The storm must have blown a door open. She retreated back into the house and went towards the storage room and around the corner. Remembering her flashlight she ran back to the living room and retrieved it before returning to the closed door of the tower. Opening it, she shined her light inside and was greeted by the winding black iron stairs of the tower. She could scarcely make out the door upstairs but could see it banging in the wind where it had come ajar. A wave of apprehension swept over as she judged the distance to the top of the tower. Summoning her courage, she shined the light up the stairs and began her trek into the dark abyss. She was now cursing the fact she had indulged herself and taken a valium which made the spiral stairs that much more daunting. Normally, she imagined she could have sprinted to the top without a problem, but tonight she was having some difficulty. The banging of the door was getting louder and more ominous as she approached the top of the tower.
“God Susanna, don’t look down,” she said, her voice echoing through the concrete walls. The closer she got to the top, the iron steps became more and more slippery from the rain pouring in whenever the door was blown open. She was shoeless, her thick wool socks now soaked through, “Another excellent decision,” she whispered. She was close to the top, the wind and rain now pelting her as she fought her way up the stairs in the freezing cold. As she carefully took another step, Susanna slipped on the cold, icy iron and immediately panicked and grabbed at the rail beside her. She let out a short, terrified scream as she attempted to catch her fall, dropping the flashlight in the process. The metal light clanged and bounced against the steps as it tumbled the entire length of the stairs below her. The noise was loud and horrifying to Susanna as she instantly realized her only source of light was now gone. When the flashlight landed at the bottom of the stairs it spun in a circle wildly, illuminating everything in its path … including the shadow of the man that had been silently following her.
Holding on to the rail for dear
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