The Lighthouse

Four best friends go on a terrifying journey to a deserted island called ‘Hells Teeth Island’. They are there to try and prove that the horror stories that have been told about the Lighthouse on the Island are untrue. But are they?



I woke up in the same room. I’m terrified of everything, every noise, every movement. I was surely going to die, they were coming for me. I thought they found me but obviously I was wrong. I felt no pain and I could move freely. Crimson blood was splattered on the faded yellow walls; it was stained onto the rotting wooden floors and was dripping slowly from the ceiling.

The room was empty apart from a figure that was lying on the ground. Maybe they needed help? I got up and crossed over to the body, but soon saw that it was dismembered, blood was everywhere and as I located the head my stomach churned. That was my face, my head and my body. My blood that covered the room. Tap, tap, tap. Drip, drip, drip. Why didn’t I listen? Why did I have to try and prove them wrong? I felt like myself, apart from the gliding over things. I didn’t feel different, I felt in control. Unlike Rose and Danny I must be uncontrollable. Maybe he couldn’t obtain my soul? All I knew was that I was cornered and they were coming. I just hope that Timmy made it.

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