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The Ghost In The Lighthouse

He had seen the lighthouse before during his many visits to Chance Inlet. It was odd, he thought that he had never noticed that the entrance was boarded up untill now.          
            
It was Halloween night and he had decided that this would be the perfect night to go exploring on the inlet. Of course, the lighthouse was his first stop. He stood in front of the lighthouse wondering if he had enough nerve to actually break into it. That was, of course, his main reason for being there; his curiosity concerning the interior of the lighthouse. He tapped his shirt pocket feeling the box of cigarettes there and thought of lighting up a cigarette. That would sure help to calm his nerves down a bit. It would be too risky and the last thing he wanted was to draw any attention to himself. Then suddenly, as though he was being driven to do so, he reached out and tore off one of the boards. His hands were shaking and his heart pounding as he remained removing the boards. He was amazed at how easily they came off in his hands. It seemed as though it was meant for him to do it.            
He paused for a moment staring at the door. He wondered what his chances were of getting caught going in. He asked himself if it was even worth a trespassing or B&E charge if he did get caught. His curiosity got the better of him and he opened the door. It swung open easily as though it was again simply meant to be.            
             
He slipped inside and quickly shut the door behind him. It was eerily dark inside with a strong musty smell. He thought about how much easier it would be to see his way around if it was daytime. But it was not daytime and he was sure he could never have broken in when there was the chance someone might see him. He wished he would have at least been smart enough to bring a flashlight with him but he had not. Then he remembered that he had his Zippo lighter with him. It might help him to see a little bit. So he pulled his lighter out and flicked it on. He could see the winding stairway infront of him. Just as he was taking his first step up he heard a woman's voice come from up above.            
             
     "Come to me," called the voice, Come to me, love. I've been expecting you. He swiftly shut the lighter off. It was a knee jerk reaction. His hand shook so bad that he dropped the lighter. His last thought would have been to think he was not alone.            
             
  " Come to me," the voice whispered again, "The night is going fast." His heart was pounding in his chest as he grabbed the railling and began his ascent.            
     "Who are you?" He asked when he could find the words to speak.              
     "My name is Marissa, " he heard her say. "I am a constant  presence here."            
      He finally saw her once he reached the top. The moon was shining as he stood there in awe not believing what he was seeing. The woman was stunningly beautiful and donned an old fashioned silky dress. She was covered in a splash of gold.  He rubbed his eyes thinking he was just seeing things. His heart felt like it would burst open.            
     "What's the matter? She said laughing, "Is it that difficult  to believe you're standing in front of a ghost."            
     "I'm not sure what I was expecting," he answered, "But it sure wasn't..." He stopped short unable to get the remaining words out.            
     "A ghost? she said laughing, then added, "But I prefer to be called an apparition. It seems to add a little class to it.            
     "Why did you say you were expecting me? Do I know you?"            
     "Did you mean did I know you? Remember I'm dead. I'm not even real."            
     "If you're not real why can I see you?"            
     "Because I let you. That's why. Everything has to do with what a woman let's a man do. Don't you agree?"            
     "I'm not sure what you're getting at?"            
     "Don't play dumb with me," she said angrily, "I don't like it when men play dumb with me. You know what I mean. I know you do. You're a man."            
     "Yes, but...he stopped short of his words as she drew him closer to her.            
     "Everything in your world depends on what a woman let's you do. Am I right?  He wants to kiss her but he can only do that if she lets him. Isn't that correct?"            
   .."Yes. But what is your point?"            
     "My point is that there are millions of babies being born everyday because a woman let a man seduce her.  Do you agree with me or not?"            
     "Yes, that's true."            
     "Would you want to kiss me if I let you?"            
      "Don't be ridiculous. Of course I would. You're very ,very beautiful."            
      "Apparitions can't make love but I'm sure you're already aware of that. But tell me. Would you still want to kiss me. I mean if  I  let you?"            
      "Yes. I would still want to know how it felt to taste your beautiful lips."            
     "Then kiss me. Kiss me now while there's still time."       
     He embraced her and kissed her passionately. That was the last thing he could remember before the room began to spin. For a moment everything went dark and then he snapped back. He was surrounded by a wring of female apparitions that were ghastly looking who were all wearing black dresses. They began to scream in unison. "Pick me! Pick me! I'm the one for you."He couldn't see Marissa anywhere but he heard her voice.'            
     "I have placed myself among these women now and you can't tell me from the others. Can you find me? Can you tell which one is me just by my kiss? "            
     "Yes, I believe I could because your kiss was unlike any other kiss that I've ever had."            
     Marissa suddenly returned, her face now old and ugly. She slapped him sharply against one cheek and began to hiss.            
     "Then you really are a fool," she spat out, "Because every woman you saw was a different side of me. Now, get out of here before I turn wicked. I can do that you know. I can become very very wicked if you were to cross me."            
     Suddenly, he felt a chill as he watched her slowly disappear before him. Had he gone mad? Did he really see what he thought he'd seen. Suddenly, he felt the urge to run. Yes, run as fast and as far as his legs would take him.            
             
    
Written by faithmairee (Faith Elizabeth Brigham)
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And you thought women were fickle.
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