Novel & Cerita 16 Lighthouse Rd

He drove down a long driveway that went on forever. Kendall was trying to focus where they were headed. She smelt the sea but could not see further then where the headlights glowed. When Blake turned on the high beams Kendall almost choked. A cottage on a cliff with the sea under them. She noticed a light house in the distance. Her mouth dropped, was he fucking kidding her? ***

Assuming I find a way out of this fucking maze. My feet are sore and my body is stiff. My fingers are numb from cold and my nose has started to drip from the chill. But I keep walking. And then, just when I'm starting to give up hope again, I see it - a hazy bit of light above the top of one of the hedges. My steps quicken as I move toward it. I follow the hedge, keeping my eyes on the light. It's dim, diffused, but I recognize it now for what it is - light pollution from the house. It's not much, but out here at the estate, twenty minutes from Barberville or any other town, even the light from a couple of windows is noticeable. I keep the light in my sight and move toward it as much as I ca

The phone beside him rang, and he slightly irritably pressed the answer button, only to say to the other side, "Find something for Hayden to do." There was not much said on the other end, and the call was quickly hung up. Lena was the one who asked James for help in finding someone, and she was very quick. She could see the location, but she was a bit confused. "What place was this?" How come she had never heard of this place, and it couldn't be found on the map either. James just glanced at it briefly, "You drive towards the lighthouse, then go right for one kilometer, there will be a mansion there. Go in through the entrance and you will reach the outermost area."

He gripped Richard’s back, his thin fingers digging into the muscle. "The terminal is in the basement of the lighthouse," Robert said into Richard’s neck. "Three miles south. If we don't get there by 04:00, the lockdown becomes permanent. They’ll flood the sector." "They won't get the chance." Richard sprinted. He didn't go for the car. He went for the treeline. He moved through the dark woods like a blur of shadow and silver light. Every stride was a hammer blow against the earth. Stay alive, Joshua, he thought. Stay alive. I’m bringing the key.

A picture of the lighthouse from Katherine's dreams was now on the screen, and beside it was the history of it. This historic lighthouse was built in 1918 to help freighter ships reach the port town of Merytonburg safely. It is located on an island three miles from the Merytonbug Dock, and has been out of use since the late 1940's due to numerous mysterious accidents occurring on the island. The lighthouse is supposedly haunted by one of the lighthouse keepers, Ray Stalls-" Katherine's heart stopped as she read the name. Ray Stalls? But how...?

His company had severe financial deficits, and to reassure investors, he had doctored the financial reports. If this came to light, his company would be in dire straits. He had worked so hard to reach his current position. He would never let me ruin the empire he had built with his own hands. I smiled at him. "Let's end this amicably." The weather in June can change in an instant. On the way to the courthouse, it started pouring. At the last intersection, during the ten-second wait for the red light, the atmosphere in the car was quiet to the point of being stifling. Jeffery turned to look at me.

"Then let's do it." The Lighthouse was exactly what its name implied - an old lighthouse, out on a spit of land that poked into Hibiscus Bay. "When it was taken out of service," Pepper told Kyle as she pulled into the parking area, "a couple bought it and renovated it. Their living quarters are on the top floor, but the lower floor is a small restaurant. They added on a big porch to increase seating, including storm windows that can be lowered when the weather isn't so good."