A Hard Life For A Forgotten Window

As I think back to that day, that night, that moment I’ll never be able to forget. Many memories are filled with boats coming and going, and the loneliness of being abandoned. But that night was different, that night was, scary… For some context, the night was August 17th, 1996, I was part of an old abandoned lighthouse, when for the first time in over a decade, I heard footsteps.

The footsteps were frantic, almost like, they were being chased. I see a woman with chestnut brown hair probably in her early 20s completely out of breath. She suddenly turns on the light I hadn’t seen shine for too many years. It goes dot dot dot, dash dash dash, dot dot dot. That’s when I realise, she needs help. Just as I connect the obvious signs, I hear another set of footsteps. Except these are more calm, strong, and fast, nothing like the first ones. I don’t think it’s help, I think it’s why she needs help. When the second figure step into the light I see it’s a tall man. He’s wearing a black hoodie, and he looks older, and stronger than the girl. As soon as the girl heard him coming she scanned the room for somewhere to hide, somewhere to escape. Eventually when the steps got closer she decided to cower behind the light, although unsurprisingly he instantly saw her. 

I see the girl scream in terror, but the man just gives a sly smirk and says, “you didn’t actually think you could get away from me, did you?” The girl begs the man, ‘Please! I have a family, I have a husband!’ But the man doesn’t care, he’s out for revenge, and will have no mercy. I hear a gut wrenching scream, not sure if it’s from the girl, or the man, because in that moment, I shatter…