Chapter 10 - The Abandoned Lighthouse On The Rocky Point
The old Blackwood Point Lighthouse had stood abandoned on the jagged cliffs of the Connecticut shore for half a century.
Its dark, rusted tower was a local landmark, long decommissioned after the modern shipping lanes shifted away from the bay.
Evelyn’s luxury sedan pulled up to the rusted iron gate at the base of the cliff, its headlights cutting through the fog.
Richard stepped out first, unholstering a licensed sidearm as he scanned the crashing waves below.
“Mother, this place is unsafe; the structure was condemned by the county ten years ago,” Richard warned.
“Thomas built the original power grid for that lighthouse, Richard,” Evelyn said, stepping out into the misty sea air.
As if on cue, a loud, mechanical groan echoed from the top of the stone tower high above them.
A sudden, blinding beam of white light burst forth from the lantern room, sweeping across the dark Atlantic ocean.
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The old lighthouse had come back to life, its ancient gears grinding against decades of sea salt and rust.
Standing on the high catwalk outside the light room was the tall silhouette of a man looking down at them.
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