The Lantern Keeper

A heavy fog rolled through the small fishing town of Alder Bay, settling over the crumbling docks and rusted boats like a shroud. Anna had always been drawn to the coast, the sound of waves calming her nerves, but this fog made her uneasy. It was thick, suffocating, almost as if it had a mind of its own. And then there was the lighthouse.

The locals spoke about the old beacon on the cliff with a mixture of reverence and dread. No one knew who tended it anymore, if anyone did. The light came on every night, piercing the fog, but no one had seen a keeper in years. Anna, new to the town and charmed by its haunted history, decided to investigate. There was something oddly alluring about the lighthouse—a quiet calling that she couldn’t resist.

As night fell, Anna made her way up the rocky path toward the lighthouse. The fog thickened, wrapping around her like ghostly fingers, but she pressed on. Soon, the light of the beacon loomed overhead, casting an eerie glow on the rocks below.

When she reached the door, she found it unlocked. With a deep breath, she pushed it open and stepped inside. The air was cold and stale, filled with the scent of salt and something older, something… rotting. Her footsteps echoed as she climbed the narrow staircase that spiraled upward, each step groaning under her weight.

The first landing revealed a small, dimly lit room. It was filled with strange objects—rusted lanterns, seashells, and old photographs, their faces blurred by time. She lifted one of the photos and gasped. It was a picture of her own family—her mother, father, and herself as a young child. But that was impossible. She hadn’t been to Alder Bay until now, and yet here was proof of her existence within these walls.

Shaken, she continued up the staircase, feeling the air grow colder. The walls seemed to close in around her, the darkness deepening, and the shadows moving as if they had lives of their own. Finally, she reached the top, where the light was kept. She opened the door and found herself in a room bathed in a flickering, pale glow. A figure stood in the center, tall and gaunt, wearing a long coat that fluttered in an unseen wind.

The Lantern Keeper.

He turned to face her, his face hidden beneath the shadow of a wide-brimmed hat, but his eyes—those cold, empty eyes—pierced right through her. She wanted to scream, to run, but her legs felt like lead.

“Why have you come?” he rasped, his voice like the sound of distant thunder. “You have no place here.”

“I… I don’t know,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was just… curious.”

The Keeper tilted his head, his gaze never leaving her. “Curiosity brings ruin. Those who seek the light must face the shadows.”

As he spoke, the walls around them began to shift, revealing dark, twisted forms moving within the stone. They were people—faces trapped in silent screams, their eyes filled with horror. Anna recognized some of them from the photographs downstairs. They were the souls who had ventured here and never returned, trapped by their own curiosity.

“Once you see the light, you can never unsee it,” the Keeper said, stepping closer. “This place is a doorway, and I am its keeper. I am bound to its secrets… and now, so are you.”

The light in the room dimmed, casting everything into darkness except for a faint glow coming from a lantern at the Keeper’s feet. In its glow, she saw her own face staring back at her, distorted and fearful.

Without another word, he handed her the lantern. It felt heavy in her hand, cold, as if it had been submerged in icy water for decades. She wanted to drop it, to turn and flee, but her fingers wouldn’t obey.

“This is your burden now,” he murmured, his form beginning to dissolve into the darkness. “May you keep the light… as I have kept it before you.”

The last thing Anna saw before the light vanished completely was the Keeper’s eyes, burning with an ancient, knowing sorrow.

When she returned to town the next morning, no one recognized her. To them, she was a stranger, a forgotten memory. Her friends, her family—they were gone, as though she had never existed.

Now, every night, the light from the lighthouse shines once more, and Anna watches from its lonely height, her lantern casting shadows over the empty rocks below. She waits, watching for the next soul to venture too close to Alder Bay, hoping they’ll turn back… before it’s too late.

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