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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows over Long Island. The locals spoke in hushed tones about the old lighthouse that stood crumbling at the edge of the cliff. It was said that anyone who dared to step inside would never return, their souls forever trapped in the darkness. Yet, for Marlon and his friends, the thrill of the unknown outweighed their fears.

“Y’all scared?” Marlon challenged, his bravado masking the unease curling in his stomach.

“I ain’t scared of no ghost,” Leon replied, puffing out his chest. “Let’s go!”

As they approached the lighthouse, the wind howled like a banshee, sending shivers down their spines. The door creaked open, revealing a dark maw that seemed to swallow the fading light.

“Y’all hear that?” Tasha whispered, her voice trembling.

Marlon dismissed it. “It’s just the wind.” But deep down, he felt a chill that had nothing to do with the breeze. They climbed the winding staircase, each step creaking ominously beneath their weight.

At the top, they found a dusty lantern, long extinguished but still somehow alive with an eerie glow. Marlon reached for it, and the moment he did, the air turned icy.

“Put it down, man!” Leon shouted, but it was too late.

Suddenly, a deafening bang echoed through the lighthouse, making them jump. A heavy object slammed against the wall behind them, and Tasha screamed as a shadow darted past the corner of her eye.

“Run!” she cried, panic rising in her voice.

They bolted down the stairs, but the shadows pursued them, whispers echoing in their ears, filling their minds with dread. “Stay with us… forever…”

As they burst through the door, the landscape outside had changed. The once-familiar cliffs twisted into grotesque shapes, and the ocean roared with fury, waves crashing like thunder.

“What happened?!” Marlon gasped, turning to his friends, but they were gone. The air was thick with silence, save for the unsettling sound of dripping water.

“Marlon…” a voice called softly from behind him, sending ice through his veins.

He spun around, heart racing, but no one was there. Just the lighthouse looming over him, its light now a blinding beacon of terror. A sudden gust of wind whipped past, almost as if it were trying to shove him back inside.

“Join us…” the whispers grew louder, and he could feel the cold breath of unseen specters on his neck.

He took off running, but the ground trembled beneath him. A sharp, guttural laughter erupted from the lighthouse, echoing off the cliffs.

“No! This can’t be real!” Marlon shouted, desperation clawing at his throat.

He reached the cliff’s edge, panting, trying to process what was happening. But just then, a figure appeared at the top of the lighthouse—a shadowy silhouette that stretched and morphed in the flickering light.

“Marlon…” it called, its voice echoing with a chilling familiarity. It was Tasha.

“No! No! No!” he screamed, stumbling backward.

Suddenly, the lighthouse’s door swung open violently, slamming against the wall with a loud bang. Marlon’s heart raced as he saw dark shapes pouring out, their features indistinguishable, their intentions malevolent.

“Stay with us…” the whispers rose to a deafening roar, drowning out the sound of the waves. The shadows clawed at him, grasping for his legs, pulling him closer to the abyss.

In a final act of defiance, he hurled the lantern into the ocean. It shattered against the rocks below, sending a burst of light into the dark waters. The shadows screamed in rage, and a violent wind swept through the lighthouse, slamming the door shut with a bone-rattling crash.

“Marlon!” Tasha’s voice echoed, now frantic.

He turned, but the ground beneath him crumbled. With one last scream, he was pulled into the darkness, the very shadows swallowing him whole.

Days later, a fisherman passed by the now-silent lighthouse. He noticed a flicker of light coming from the top, as if someone was still trapped inside, waiting for a chance to escape. As he turned away, a chilling laugh echoed in the wind, sending shivers down his spine. The whispers of Long Island were heard no more—only the sound of crashing waves and the wind’s mournful wail, forever haunted by the souls lost to the darkness.

Happy Halloween 🎃

Disclaimer the story and characters are all fictional

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