The lighthouse was impressively high and it was located on a small rocky tidal island linked with a short concrete driveway. Hesitantly, I was afraid to cross that narrow path, especially with that whipping wind. However, I took the plunge and gave the nearly fifty paces that separated me from my destiny. For a moment I thought that the wind would drag me to the bottom of the cliff.
Once the door was something left note. A sign on the wall lying where the artifact declared national heritage and which for more than ten years was closed to the public.
-A sign not stop me from passing. - I cried.
Look both ways looking for any witnesses, I forced it lacks the door until you enter. Lift your head up to examine the iron spiral staircase. Walk each of the steps taking me with one hand on the handrail and the other holding onto the wall. He would not look down, if insurance towards me dizzy. Once I got to the last step look at what it was refurbished but dirty inside. There was no property except for two chairs and center chandelier unused but not captivated me was the window that overlooked the town of Portage Lake. The view was great. My backpack down on a chair and pulled out a pad of sheets, some pencils and began to portray the landscape. This picture inspired me.
It began to get dark. It was past five in the afternoon and my phone had more than ten missed calls, all of Jane. It got so crazy when I did not know my whereabouts. His messages beginning with A where are you? Even if you do not answer call the police to get you Amelia! I hated when he called me by my full name but was a sign that he was very upset.
I decided to answer saying that in half an hour or more I would have around the house. Despite being very upset with her, I understood her concern. We started living in a new place and unknown people living around sometimes mean troubles.
I took all my stuff quickly and at the precise moment that I would save the drawing, I regretted. I took a look around and I saw a glommy empty place, there was nothing that I did see cozy. Perhaps that lighthouse would be the ideal place to hide and create. I Analyzed the faded gray walls and I thought it would look good hanging my stuff there. Who else would come. It was amost abandoned. I had nothing to hold except for the sellotape I got. I could paste as promising that the next day would get a frame with glass, some nails and hang it properly.
I bundle up well before going out and hurried down the stairs. The cold had become more intense, going down the same road could feel the waves splashing on my face. I walked very fast. Though, the cold night took me by surprise on my way. I Had not even walked thirty yards when the last of the ray of light disappeared from the sky. I made the same journey to the house fearing the darkness around me. I had not noticed how creepy the forest was up to now. I tried to control myself and not lose my head thinking that some psychopath would jump out of nowhere and kill me.
In North Carolina it was quite common that the night caught you out of thin air, but if that happened it is thoroughly enjoying the great silvery moon and the stars that were used to guide the way. However, here in Portage Lake, it was not the same. The bitter frozing night pierced every pore of my body, my legs ached a lot and I could barely breathe normally.
I stopped for a moment to get my i-pod from my backpack, I felt my hands awkward and clumsy with the gloves on. I took one of them to his mouth and I remove it with my teeth. The cold furrowed my skin surface rapidly. my frozen fingers accidentally threw the thing to the ground.
´´Damn!´´ I Exclaimed angrily. I thought I had shattered on the asphalt. I bent down to pick it up, luckily nothing happened.
I stood up and looked around carefully that no vehicle could run over me like an animal in the middle of the dark.
All of the sudden, I noticed a creepy figure a few feet from where I was. I stood montionless in my place considering whether I´ll move or not. that was still in the same position and I assumed happilly that it would be a branch or trunk getting a strange form in the darkness. Usually all things lose their true form in the dark.
I remember when I was a child I used to ask Jane to leave the light on because I was afraid when all were pitch-black. She accepted it . she was delighted when I lost that annoying habit at six.
What she didn´t know was that one of those nights there was a power cut overnight. I woke up startled and my face went pale when I saw a shadow in front of me. the moonbeams streamed through the window when my sleepy eyes stared at the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I do not remember perfectly as it was, I just remembered that he was a man with a very pale complexion and piercing eyes. He gave me a warm smile that inspired me confidence. Then, slowly, he approached gently stroking my forehead. His fingers were icy but smooth. His touch was tender and delicate. That kind of touch that a father gives his young daughter after a bad dream. It felt good and I did not care to know who he was or why he was there. I just remember being cradled in his arms and heard him whispering a lullaby. I immediately fell asleep. The next morning I woke up happy and looked around but there was no sign of him. I ran to tell Jane what had happened but she refused to listen to me. Perhaps she thought that I would tell one of my fanciful stories of monsters coming out of closets to scare little girls like me. But I knew, or assumed, that the creature was not a figment of my imagination.
At night, I hoped to see this beautiful creature but he never returned. I never saw him again.
Seeing that shadow, that vivid memory came back to me. Since that time, I was convinced that it was actually me who imagined things. It was only he really my mind that I was playing tricks. But I was wrong.
Without giving the merely importance, I kept walking quickly. I was glad to see the lights of the town in the distance. Luckily I was not so far from the houses I saw early. I assumed that in no more than twenty or thirty minutes I would be in my new warm home, with dry and clean clothes. I would bear Jane's sermons but comfort had its price.
Thinking carefully what I would say to Jane, I slipped and fell to the ground because of the wet road. I felt a sharp pain in my right ankle. I tried to get up but the pain became more acute with every step.
Dark clouds dissipated hinting a big full moon. I appreciated the clarity and take a look around me looking for a stick in which could help in a kind of crutch. It was useless, nothing seemed to help. I took the phone to call Jane but there was no sign. My luck was black. I was there, invalidate, unprotected and alone in a new city. I wish I could see a police patrol at least. But nothing.
All of a sudden, I turned towards the bushes where the silhouette was but this time it had disappeared.
At the precise moment that my nerves were crashing and the first tears began to leak from the corners of my eyes, the miracle happened.
A reddish motorcycle crossed fast and stopped a couple of inches away from me. I hesitated to go near the stranger but what I could do. The person waved his hand and I did the same in return. He did a u-turn and came across to me.
I stayed motionless ignoring the big surprise l that would have.