The Old Lighthouse by Gianna Boyer & Sydney Anderson

“The Old Lighthouse” is the winner of the 2019 Crimson Arrow Scary Story Contest

I gazed out the window, staring at the crisp mountains, yearning to see the blue waters edge. I currently live only for peace and quiet. I needed only one second of that sweet, sentimental, sensational moment of rest.  I knew this dream was not insight however because Owen , my infuriating twin brother, kept bothering me and didn’t seem to be planning on giving up.

“Hey Elizabeth,” Owen’s voice lingered into my ear, his voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard.

Desperately, I put on my headphones and turned the volume up, attempting to block out Owen’s voice.

“Hey Elizabeth,” my brother repeated after ripping my headphones from my ears.

“What?” I shot back.

“Did you hear about the ghost that haunts the lighthouse at night?”  He said with his eyes as wide as saucers and a glimmer of adventure in his eyes.

“There’s no such thing as ghosts,” I replied, trying to stomp out any idea he had of a “fun adventure”.  “Who’s filling your head with all this nonsense?”

“Anthony.  And FYI, it’s not nonsense!” Owen shot back, in a whiny unbearable voice.

I rolled my eyes and put my headphones back on. We were going camping with the Cook’s. They also had twins, Anthony and Mia, just like us. They were both adventurous, but Mia was more my type, laid back, cool and collected, and sensible.

We pulled into the campgrounds with our camper. There was no one else around, except for the Cook’s and the crickets that filled the air with an eerie vibe. It was late, maybe around nine, but it was darker and colder than black. We were staying in our beat up, broken down camper that we got years ago. My mom started the fire, and we grabbed marshmallows, hot dogs, and roasting sticks. We began roasting the delicacies. Owen cleared his throat.

“As you all know,” Owen started, “The Heceta Lighthouse here in Oregon is haunted.”

“Pfft.” I retorted.

Owen shot a glare that could stab like daggers at me, but he quickly refocused on his audience. 

“I would like to visit it-” 

“That’s a great idea, we can go tomorrow around noon,” my mom smiled.

“You didn’t let me finish. What I was going to say was at night.” Owen smiled.

“Oh no. I’m going to be tired and you’re only twelve. There is no way you are going… at least not tonight,” my mom argued. 

Owen stepped down from the bench and began to walk towards the camper. 

Once we finished, everyone headed to the camper. Everyone laid down in their beds, except for my dad, who laid on the couch. Anthony and Owen were talking about the lighthouse.

“They’re fools,” Mia said.

I nodded my head in agreement and closed my eyes and fell asleep very quickly.

Suddenly, I woke up seeing Anthony and Owen climbing out of the camper. I quickly followed after them. I knew where they were going, to the Heceta Lighthouse. I ran after them, but they were already in the lighthouse. I knew I had to go in, but I just couldn’t. What if the ghost actually haunts the place. Then, loud shrieks filled the air. I opened the creaky door and sprinted up the stairs following the screams of terror until I came across the dark room where they were produced.

“Anthony? Owen?” I asked as I walked farther into the room.

Next, a small flame appeared on one of the candles. Could this be…no…not Rue. A tall lady with pale skin and silver hair appeared in the faint light. I stood there, paralyzed, I didn’t know what to do. Then, she started to come closer. 

“You got to make a break for It” I thought to myself.

I took a small step closer to the stairs. Then, I ran. I ran as fast as my little body could. My dark hair bouncing with each step I took. I didn’t turn my head back.

“Owen! Anthony!” I screamed.

I heard another scream. Without thinking, I darted to the abandoned kitchen. Owen and Anthony were cornered by Rue. Rue grabbed Owen and placed a hand on his arm. I knew what she was going to do. She was going to rip him limb from limb and make him suffer. What could I do? I realized, I can’t do anything. I’m as useless as an ant, but I can’t give up. Then, blood splattered onto my night shirt and more screeches filled the air. I knew it was over.

Ever since the tragedy, no one ever went back to the Heceta lighthouse. Everyone was terrified of suffering, but I was the one who really suffered. I was the one who survived the Heceta Lighthouse, but watched my brother suffer.  I was never the same, nor was I ever going to be.


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