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-The Unforgiving, part 1-

During the afternoon near Alki beach, Jack was driving when he saw a tumult at the lighthouse. After parking his car he got out and approached the scene. Stunned at seeing the police along with an ambulance, he asked, “What in God’s name happened?”

Behind the yellow tape, Jack could see a body being put in a body bag. Jack peered closer to see what was dangling out of it. To him it appeared to be a limp hand.

As the body is being moved, he spotted Xavier standing off to the far right, talking to the medical examiner. Jack waited until the examiner left, and then went over. "Did something happen inside," he anxiously asked.

Observing the scene, Xavier replied, "It was Arnold. A maintenance worker found him dead in the cellar."

Jack became downcast, biting his lower lip. He looked over at Xavier, "What was he doing down there?"

After biting his thumbnail, Xavier replied, "He had broken in a week ago, from the EMS worker's evaluation of the body."

Jack's eyes grew, "He’s been dead for a week?" Xavier nodded his head, "The strange part is his father disappeared a few days earlier."

Xavier questioned Jack about his whereabouts that past week. Afterward, Jack wished Xavier well and departed. Going back to his vehicle, he uneasily said, "I have to talk with Igia." Getting back in his car, he traveled to Alexander's neighborhood.

Later, Jack passed through a steel gate and parked in the Viser manor driveway. Seeing a car out front, he left his car and approached the main door. Knocking forcefully, "Igia, it’s me Jack."

Jack waited, Igia opened the door with an inviting smile, “Jack. It has been some time.”

He walked in abruptly, scanning the room for something. “Are the police here yet,” he inquired. “They found Arnold dead in your lighthouse. Apparently he had broken in.”

Despite hearing Jack’s news, she eerily remained reticent. Igia invited him to the den. Once there, Jack noticed a black cell phone on the loveseat’s side table. “Never thought I’d see you with a smart phone,” Jack said in humor.

Igia looked over at the cell phone, “Oh, that isn’t mine.” Dejected, she added, “It used to be Eathans.” Igia retrieved the phone and sat on the loveseat, “Now, why would you assume the police would be here?”

Jack stood near the alcove, “They’re questioning people who’ve been at the lighthouse the time of Arnold’s death.”

She stood up and confronted him, “Well, why would you think they’d come to question me?” Jack was dumbstruck at her defensive response.

His brow contracted, “Forget it. I’ll see myself out!” Jack turned and stormed out.

Outside, Igia stood, watching Jack go back to his car. “When you get the chance, return that book I gave you,” she requested.

Jack unlocked his car door saying, “I’ll get to it when I can,” Jack then rode away

While driving, he got a response on his cell phone. He took it out from his pants pocket and saw a message asking, “Eathan suffocated,” with two boxes below it. Quizzically searching the phone he tapped “No,” and glanced into the rear view mirror, seeing Igia go back inside.

That early evening, Alexander stood under a running shower. He lowered his head and started to clean his hair. He flipped his hair back, throwing off some water and placed his hand at the back of his head.

Alexander then got puzzled looks, from seeing a piece of red hair hanging out of it. Examining the hair with a critical eye, he felt warmness near the back of his head, where his left hand rested.

After examining his hair, Alexander looked into his palm and saw bloodstains! He trembled and vigorously felt around his head, but found no injury. "Where's this b-b-blood coming from," he exclaimed. He saw the water on the tub floor mixed with blood.

Breathing heavily, he wanted to see if he was bleeding. Alexander saw his torso covered with blood. Shaking, his stare expanded at seeing the bloodied corpse of Arnold at his feet.

Fumbling out of the shower, he tripped and fell to the floor. Instinctively grabbing the shower curtain to catch his fall, he incidentally ripped it down. Alexander stumbled back up and ran out of the bathroom, his heart racing. Entering his bedroom, he locked the door behind him and stood against it catching his breath.

Alexander unaware he left his clothes in there. However, the intense drives to escape made him lose rational thought. Alexander glanced at his torso with trepidation, fortunately seeing no blood. Despite this, he chose to avoid the bathroom as much as he could that night.

Later, past midnight, Alexander lay in bed. Hearing the cascade of water splattering on the pavement from the broken rain gutter, troubled his drifting mind as it slipped away.

In the wretched darkness, a room leaks black water from the ceiling. Arnold stood at the end of the room in front of a table. Alexander walked on the ceiling bare foot coming toward him.

He stopped and stood staring down at Arnold. Before he could react, Alexander had come down and stabbed him several times!

Alexander jolted up in a cold sweat, gasping, slowly trying to calm himself. "Is... Is that w-w-what happened t-t-to Arnold," he questioned. He had difficulty going back to sleep. Looking up from any noise and then surveying his room.

Days passed, Alexander and Olemilia went back to the lighthouse. Alexander had an air of stress about him. She noticed and asked, "Are you sure about this?"

Alexander paused and looked back at her, "I need pictures for the project." He did not want to tell her about the horrific dream. Believing it would pain her to hear what happened to Arnold.

With concern in her eyes, she said, "Just, tell me if you need to leave, alright."

Once at the lighthouse, Igia let them inside, then a strong smell assaulted their olfactory. The smell was horrendous like rotten seaweed, Olemilia and Alexander had to cover their noses.

"Ugh, what's that smell," exclaimed Olemilia, taken back by it.

"My apologies, but the workers struck an old sewage pipe," explained Igia. Trying to ignore the smell, Alexander took a picture of the foyer and an extra just in case.

Olemilia glanced down at the cellar door crestfallen, "Mrs. Viser, is it true about Arnold? I heard on the news that-"

"I'm afraid so dear. Xavier had informed me," Igia answered. She walked over to the east hallway and said, "We should go upstairs, this area is still being investigated." Recalling the strange door upstairs, Alexander touched his side pocket, feeling the key he put there prior.

On the upper level, Igia switched on the lights. She allowed them to explore in the small amount of time allowed by the odor. While Olemilia went into the master bedroom with Igia, Alexander separated to look at the strange door, finding it closed by a unique lock.

Looking back to the master bedroom, he assumed Igia and Olemilia were still in there. Then, as if possessed by curiosity, he approached the black door. Using his key, he inserted it into the keyhole. The moment he turned the key a sudden vision projected before him.

Images flashed rapidly before him of Alki beach after dusk. A body had been dragged across the sand, while wrapped in duct tape.

Alexander came out of the vision, breathing heavy. He leans his body against the door feeling weighted. Managing to grab the key, put it in his pocket, but then felt himself suffocating. He made loud, desperate gasps, falling to his knees.

Grave looks came over Olemilia and Igia, hearing something hit the floor. They quickly left the room to see what was wrong. Seeing Alexander on his knees, gasping shocked them.

Olemilia ran over to him, "Alex!"

Igia came over and helped Olemilia bring him into the bedroom. Entering the room, Igia sat him down on the queen-sized bed. Alexander was finally able to breathe again. Observing him with gentle eyes, she inquired, "What happened to you?"

Alexander sniffed wiping tears from his eyes, "I-I don't know. It just got harder to breathe."

Olemilia gave him a stern gaze, "That settles it, we're leaving. I'm not losing you too."

"I can't, I need to see-"

"She is right, you need immediate rest," Igia agreed, touching his forehead.

"You're having a fever. I'll call your parents and tell them what happened." The two of them got Alexander out of the lighthouse and Olemilia took him away.

Later, at Olemilia's house, she sat Alexander down on her bed. He felt a jolt rise in his stomach and covered his mouth.

Alexander jerked forward and vomited water on the floor between himself and her. She jumped back from the sudden action and fixed her glasses, "Did you drink anything weird yesterday?"

He replied with tightness in his throat, "N-No, I don't know w-w-what's wrong with me."

Grabbing her keys quickly, "I'm taking you to a hospital."

Alexander puts his hand up in repulsion, "N-no, no bloody hospital."

She turned and faced him confused, "Then what Alex? You're vomiting, there’s something wrong."

His eyes downcast to the floor, "If I go to the hospital and tell them what happened, they will put me on Xanax like before." Glaring up at her, "I'm not taking drugs again."

Sighing at his stubborn resolve, "Fine, but if you're still this way tomorrow, you're seeing a doctor." Before he could contest, she said, "It's none negotiable, and I'm keeping you hydrated." Olemilia left the room, her voice resonated back saying, "Try to get some rest."

He sat vacant, haunted by the vision at the lighthouse and tried to obstinately convince himself, it's just a hallucination.

That night in the office room, a guest bed was made up for Alexander. Unable to sleep due to nightmares of killing people, he got up to make sure the window was secure and nothing was in the reflection except him. Afterward, he would return to bed, but having drunk so much to stay hydrated he went to the bathroom. When Alexander came back, he checked the windows again.

Eventually, he went over to the desk where Olemilia's laptop rested. Alexander wanted to know more about his vision, so he got the laptop. He sat on the bed, opened it and a turned down the volume as it started. A password was required to continue.

Alexander stared at the screen, contemplating what the password could be. He typed in "Arnold," and entered it. The laptop responded with denial. Alexander raised his left eyebrow and typed in the word, let's try, Mili. After he pressed enter he got back another denial.

He leaned back, "What would be her password..." He surveyed the dark room, sighting the bookshelf. He remembered the book he borrowed from her and faced the computer. "Ulysses," he said, typing it in. Once he entered the password he gained access.

He went on Bing to uncover any death on Alki beach. The search came up with Eathan Viser's death. Alexander selected the article and read his death was from suffocation, not drowning. However, most believe it to be an assisted suicide, but little evidence supported this.

After reading that, he now considered the vision was more than a hallucination. Reading a comment in the article, Jack had claimed the duct tape around Eathan resembled an archaic binding tactic.

Alexander re-read that comment and thought it was strange Jack would say that. He started to suspect he was involved in some way. Suddenly, a message appeared on his cell phone. The message asked, "Eathan suffocated." Unsettled at receiving the same message again, Alexander became motivated to trace the IP address.

That following morning, Alexander was unsuccessful at finding out who sent the message. He left his room from hearing noises downstairs and went down into the living room. Following the sounds to the kitchen archway, Alexander saw Olemilia rearranging cereal boxes in the cabinet. "Reorganizing," he assumed.

She continued to move the boxes around, "My unorganized sister.

Alexander went in and sat at the table. He waited until she finished reorganizing before saying, "I did some research last night on your laptop."

Olemilia looked back at him, unaffected by his statement. "You know you could have asked for the password," she said, sitting by him with a cup of coffee.

He never considered asking her, but appreciated her trust. "I just needed to know what happened on that beach a year ago," he said. Frowning, he added, "Investigators are considering his death a suicide."

With an etched stare she asked, "You're having doubts about it?"

"From the article's description he was bound. Eathan was too close to his family to kill himself," he protested. Alexander rotated the economy sized ketchup bottle on the table, "Mr. Langley commented that the binding looked similar to an archaic one."

Olemilia put her cup down, "Sounds like we should talk to Jack tomorrow."

That following day after history class, Alexander and Olemilia met privately with Jack. Jack erased the lesson off the board, when Alexander said, "I've read your comment on that article about Eathan's death."

Jack sets the eraser, "I remember that," laughing to himself. "I doubt the police made note of it though."

Olemilia fixed her bag's right shoulder strap, "Why did you say that?"

Jack straightened up the papers on his desk and exhaled, "Come on guys, it was a year ago, my life wasn't in order, so I said irrational things."

Alexander thought Jack was hiding something, thinking he might be sending the e-mails. Taking out his cell phone, he confronted Jack. Shoving the phone in his face, with the message, "T-T-This is what someone keeps sending me!"

Jack became stunned seeing the message. He turned his gaze from it and stepped back. "Someone is harassing me and they won’t stop," Alexander said, with nostrils flared. "Tell me what you know, are you sending these messages?"

Jack glared and contested, "Why would I send a message that I don't even understand?"

Olemilia fixed an inquisitive stare at Jack, "What do you mean?"

Jack shrugged and rolled his eyes away from them, "I got the same message, except I answered 'No'."

Alexander backed down, realizing Jack wasn't responsible for the messages. "D-Did you ever see anything," he hoped Jack did, so he would no longer feel isolated by the phenomena happening to him.

Jack’s eyes shifted away, "No, I haven't."

Olemilia confronted Alexander, "What is this message?"

Alexander showed her the message by tipping his phone to her. She looked at it stunned and then looked up at them, "I got that same one." Olemilia took out her cell phone and showed it to them, "I never answered it though. I thought it was a joke."

Jack darted his gaze at the window, "It's no joke," then looked at them. "I promise that," he said with solicitude.

Having enough of the obscurities Alexander tucked his phone away, "Who'd send out messages like this."

"I believe it started with that lighthouse," Jack figured with derision. Convinced of the events he motioned to say, "I'll tell you what I meant in my comment to the police a year ago. The way Eathan was bound was part of a method to persecute someone long ago."

Troubled by the words, Alexander gave Jack an interrogative look and asked, "The lighthouse?"

Looking downward he admitted, "Years ago, I was ingrained in the occult with Igia. Likewise, she gave me a book to hold on to. That book detailed a curse that forms over something, when there is a death by persecution, on the land. I think entering the lighthouse, afflicted you two."

Fearful, but curious to know more, Olemilia asked, "Can you explain the curse?"

Jack collected his papers ready to leave, "When the deceased's name is spoken by the afflicted and another hears it, the affliction latches onto them as well."

Alexander looked down and off to the side, then back toward Jack with hopeful yearning. "Is there any way to stop it," he asked

With solemn eyes, he answered, "Once you make contact with the curse, it will linger until it devours and claims you." He glanced around looking for something in the room, unsettling Alexander and Olemilia. He then looks toward them nervously, "We should go."

Jack quickly showed them out before locking the classroom. Jack stopped Alexander as Olemilia left, "Come by my house tomorrow." Suddenly, a loud crash was heard in the classroom. Anxious, Jack puts his key away, faced Alexander and gave him a slip of paper, "Follow these directions." Jack soon left quickly, Alexander thought he was acting peculiar and assumed Jack implied for him to come alone. He felt suspicious of Jack. However, glancing back into the classroom, he became petrified seeing desks, cluttered at the end of the room as if tossed by something.

-The Unforgiving, part 2

It was now mid-June, the rains started back up sporadically. Citizens noticed the disappearances and deaths increased to three more victims, two of which lived next door to Alexander.

In the late afternoon, Alexander took the bus to the Uptown area seeing missing people's pictures on ads. Minutes later off the bus, he surveyed the buildings he passed, staring at the crowded streets and obscure addresses. Eventually he encountered a couple with a child. He asked them about the address showing them the slip of paper.

The woman kindly pointed him toward the left street. Alexander thanked them and noticed the child staring at him. Before he could greet the girl, she hid behind her father. Assuming she was shy, he kindly departed. Going up the puddle, messed road, he studied the directions and came upon the next two-story house that fits the address.

Turning up onto the walkway, Alexander felt unsettled by the house's exterior as a cold wind blew. Coming up to the front door, he walked by a knocked over birdbath. He rang the doorbell and waited. After receiving no response, he peered in through the window and knocked at the door. On the first knock the door began to slightly open.

Alexander leaned into the home, pushing the door open more. He timidly asked, "Anyone home?" No one responded, all he saw were shadows in the entry way made by daylight and nearly everything in upheaval.

Carefully treading in, Alexander could sense the foreboding atmosphere he felt at the lighthouse, which made his skin quiver. Near the staircase he flipped the light switch illuminating most of the house, and then heard a sound from upstairs. Hoping to find someone inside Alexander ascended the stairs.

Coming up to the last step, he could hear the sound come from down the bleak hallway. Alexander cautiously went down the hall and stopped at a door where the noise originated. Slowly opening the door, he scanned the room. Noticing a closed bathroom door, he called out, "Mr. Langley?"

The bathroom door opened and Jack's voice spoke out, "Close the door, hurry." Alexander complied, gently closing it. He walked over to Jack's voice, finding him in the bathroom hiding. Jack pulled Alexander in and closed the door behind him.

Alexander gave him a startled look, "What's going on?"

Jack had a leather covered, black book in his hand and shoved it into Alexander's chest. "Take it, it's the only thing that will help you understand," he said with authority. Alexander took hold of the book. Jack then looked around fidgeting at any small sound, "Did you hear?"

Alexander became leery of Jack, "Hear what?"

"Something's been following me," Jack replied. He opened the bathroom door, pushing Alexander out, "If Kelly comes by, tell her to get lost." On that he slammed the door and locked it.

That early evening, Alexander paced steadily downstairs, talking to the police on his cell phone. "I'm positive... No, he won't come downstairs... I don't know, he said he was being stalked... Sigh, okay, I'll wait here," he spoke, ending the call. Putting his phone away, he sat at the kitchen table and ran his hand through his hair.

Alexander glanced at the book Jack gave him, that rested on the table. Curious, he opened the book to its first page. The text looked old, away from any language he knew. Turning the page he spotted the repeated writings of heksenspook done by Jack, as if written fast.

Suddenly, Alexander heard mutters come from the laundry-room by the kitchen. He got up thinking an intruder got in and stealthily approached the door. Alexander looked in and saw a woman sitting in fetal between a dryer and washing machine. "Just, go away," she recited.

Alexander carefully entered, stopping a fair distance from the woman, "Excuse me." The woman stopped and looked up at him, "Who are you talking to?"

"I saw him again, outside," Kelly stated fearful. She stared nervously at him and her eyes became misty, "He won't go away?"

He took it upon himself to comfort her, "Whoever attacked you is gone now. Mr. Langley and you are safe."

Alexander went to get her a cup of water. Coming back, he gave her the water. After she finished it, Alexander sat by her, taking and setting the cup down, "Were you here all day."

Kelly nodded, "When I saw him this morning I hid here. I wanted to call Jack before he came home, but he was already in here."

Above and across from them, a murky spot began to emerge on a ceiling wainscot. Black water leaked from it, going down the wall. The water started to curve off from the wall, coiling together into a congealed form in the open air. The form extended out toward where they sat.

Kelly looked up, seeing the mass protrude out arms and an upper body, resembling after birth. She became taken back in terror, at seeing the forms clasping, cyanosis hands and damp, grimy exterior. Alexander looked skeptically at her, until he felt drops of water hit his thigh.

He looked ahead of himself and became frightened after seeing the liquid fall from the unknown form. Every door and window slammed shut, as the lights flickered. The forms hollowed eyes glared up at Alexander, through its soiled, red hair. Alexander retreated and sat against the wall, breathing fast....

That night, police were outside the house. People living nearby looked on, wondering what happened. Having forced open the front door, the police searched the house. At the bottom of the stairs, they found Jack lifeless on the floor, with his eyes gouged out and hands bloodstained.

In the laundry-room, Xavier and a few other police entered. They found Kelly sitting up against the washing machine, with her head down and limbs limp. Sitting against the wall near the door, they found Alexander in numb and trembling, staring straight ahead with vacant eyes.

Xavier knelt down by Alexander, "Kid, hey kid." Alexander did not respond. Xavier stood up and addressed the officers, "Tell the EMS we need an extra ambulance vehicle." The youngest officer complied, Xavier looked back at Alexander, who seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

At the Hospital, the patient room was somewhat cramped. Dominated by a bed, decorated in colors designed to be restful, but came off as a decorator's choice for a funeral home. Alexander lies on the sterile bed, covered by a white sheet. Innocence showed on his pale face, breathing softly as if the world stood still.

He turned his head over, opening his eyes. Alexander stared at the bedside table dazed. Confused at his surroundings, he sat up studying where he is, but soon was assaulted by fragmented images from Jack's house.

Sitting in the other room, his mother and Olemilia waited. His mother showed a clear look of worry as Olemilia tried comforting her. In time she noticed Alexander sitting up, after informing his mother, they went to greet him. "Oh, thank goodness you're okay. They said you fell unconscious," his mother said, relieved.

His mother sat by him on the bed. Olemilia sat on the chair across from them, "You've been asleep for hours."

Alexander assumed he was in a hospital room, feeling thankful to be out of that house. His mother shook her head in remorse, "I'm sorry you had to experience that. I would have never imagined Jack capable of such a thing."

Alexander looked at them intently. He speculated if they knew what happened in that house. Olemilia fixing her glasses added, "It was horrific, Jack crushed her esophagus and gouged out his eyes."

Alexander vaguely remembers Jack coming downstairs, but still could not accept that he attacked Kelly. He raised an eyebrow, “But, Eathan caused it." His mother and Olemilia stared at him disquieted as if he were delirious, soon after a voice caught their attention.

"Excuse me," Xavier thoughtfully said. "I hope I'm not disturbing the peace, but I must speak with your son."

Alexander's mother agreed and she departed with Olemilia. He approached the bedside and sat in the chair. Xavier leaned in slightly on his arms and took a soothing breath, "Are you doing well?"

Alexander faced Xavier and shrugged, "I could be better."

"That's understandable," Xavier replied. "I hear you're in therapy."

Feeling uncomfortable, Alexander re-positioned himself on the bed, "Sort of, I'm taking a break though."

Xavier nodded, "You're also a history major right. Were you over your teacher's house to acquire extra credit?"

Thinking that was a strange question, Alexander's eyes glanced away shortly and then back to Xavier, "He asked for me to come over."

Xavier took the black leather book out from his coat pocket. He laid it on the table by Alexander, asking, "You recognize this journal?"

Alexander glanced at it, "It's not really a journal as it is a book.

Xavier sat back, "Were you aware of Jack's occult interest?"

Alexander nodded his head, “Uh, yeah,” quizzical on why that topic came up.

He leaned in as if to intimidate, "Look, we found a message on Jack's phone that is similar to a message Arnold received. Something about Eathan suffocated."

Alexander's stare widened from hearing Arnold had gotten a similar message to him. "I saw him in that place," he admitted. Xavier adopted baffled looks in his eyes. Gripping the sheet, "Eathan killed them, not Jack," he stated, trying to convince himself it was real.

Xavier was going to respond when a young officer stepped in, "Um, sir, can we talk outside?" He saw the seriousness in the officers stare and left Alexander. In the hallway, the officer spoke, "We can't confirm Langley did it. Alexander’s prints are present on Kelly too."

Xavier glanced back at Alexander, "I see..." He turned back to go into Alexander's room again, but stopped and looked back at his officer, "No, I need a full report from the coroner, before we can go further." Xavier and the young officer left.

Back in the room, Alexander sat quietly. He leaned over a little to see if Xavier and that officer were still outside. Assuming they left him, he glanced over at the book. Alexander looked over the book cover, which read Woordenboek and thought over Jack’s last words.

Days passed and the rain came down heavily. Alexander slept in most of the day, recovering from his experience. Waking up in the afternoon, he checked to see if his entire room was secure and then sat at the desk. The black book laid next to his laptop.

With burning curiosity to uncover the truth behind the curse, he opened the book. Similar to before he couldn't decipher the text. On the 30th page, however, he saw a paragraph in English text over an obscure figure shaded in black. The image disturbed Alexander, but he couldn't turn from it.

Reading the passage he learned of a spell used, to summon back a persecuted soul, which will then create the curse. All of a sudden a knock hit the front door, making Alexander jump. His room heart pounding, he went out into the hall, as the walls leaked black water.

Noticing the leaks and remembering his nightmares, he closed his eyes to escape the scene, "I won’t end up like them!"

Downstairs, Alexander stopped at the kitchen archway. He peered into the kitchen, seeing the leak from April had reappeared, but became more excessive. Alexander quickly went back up to his room quivering. Closing the door behind him, he turned and saw the bodies of Arnold, Jack, Kelly and others lying on the floor.

Terrified, Alexander grabbed the key, ready to leave. It was then, he could no longer hear the knocks, but instead heard wet, awkward footsteps in the hall. The sound grew closer, as trails of black water encroached to his direction.

Breathing fast, he hurried to the window, opened it and climbed out of his room. Still hearing the sounds behind him, he went along the rooftop fast and dropped down the broken drainpipe. He stood before his house in the downpour shaking. Alexander felt he was losing his grip on reality, and no longer felt safe at home.

He stood there cogitating why it was at his house, when he remembered Jack's warning. He grasped a frightening truth, that his mother had heard him say Eathan a back in April. Wanting to call his parents, he realized his phone was left inside, so he walked over to Olemilia's.

Later that day at Olemilia's house, after her sister let him in, Alexander called his parents. As he wept, "Dad, I'm so sorry. I brought something into our lives that won’t end. I left mom this message too, please don't go home tonight. We need to stay at a hotel or something," he said, ending the call.

He sat on the sofa shivering, trying to connect an answer to stopping the curse. Soon a wretched thought came to mind. Ms. Viser, she doesn't know! Alexander wanted to inform Igia of the curse in person and wrote Olemilia a note to where he would be.

He walked all the way to the Viser manor and knocked several times. After receiving no answer, he figured the only other place to look for her is at the lighthouse.

Around midnight, Alexander silently made his way up to the lighthouse. He saw the door was locked. On a hunch he used his black key to gain entry. Entering the dark lighthouse, the bad odor from the last visit was stronger. Alexander covered his nose with his left hand and surveyed the lighthouse. He searched for Igia, but found nothing. Undaunted, he ascended the creaking stairs.

At the top of the stairs, the horrific odor came upon him as he flipped the light switch. Feeling the contents of his stomach about to expectorate, he backed into the doorway. He turned and saw the black door. Alexander reached hesitantly for the handle, quickly unlocking it. When he entered, he saw a vision of the past in that room.

Within the high school a year ago, Arnold had been near his locker getting a book, when he had seen Eathan with Igia receiving praise by a teacher. Arnold’s stared longingly at them and then back at his locker. He had grabbed a picture of his mother, narrowed his eyes and had torn the image tossing it to the ground.

The vision shifted to Alki beach at night. Eathan had been dragged near the shoreline. Wrapped in duct tape, unable to move his arms or legs, a gloved hand had grabbed him by his hair. The attacker had shoved Eathan's face into the sand, as the tide had come in and out. Eathan’s voice gurgled from the sand and water.

After he stopped struggling, Arnold had stood him up, wearing a jeering smirk and slapped Eathan's back making him stumble forward. At which point he had fallen awkwardly and then his throat had hit the edge of a giant fire ring, crushing his esophagus! After having seen Eathan unresponsive for minutes, Arnold adopted a worried look and had placed him in the water.

Lying on his side halfway under water, Eathan had stared. He had made broken, distorted gasps in the water as Arnold ran away....

A cold chill hit Alexander, bringing him away from the past. Inside the room there were candles on the floor, aligned within the spacious pentagram, in the room's center. Alexander stepped into the candle glyph, feeling a weaker density. Here, the smell was at its worse. It was so bad he left the room before he vomited.

Undeterred, he braced himself to go back. Once the room again, Alexander walked over to the circle and knocked on the floor's surface, he felt a hollow part. Realizing it was probably a false floor, he carefully removed and laid it aside.

He looked in the opening and saw a preserved, decaying body of what looked like a dark-red-haired, teenage boy, with cyanosis of the skin, wearing a white, long-sleeved shirt and blue pants.

He let out a horrific scream falling backward on his rear. Now knowing the source of the bad smell he stumbled up onto his feet and ran out. Upon his surprise, he ran into Igia, who stood at the top of the staircase.

He pointed back to the room, "Mrs. Viser, E-E-Eathan's body... in there!"

Caressing the banister, she replied, "I'm aware of that Alexander."

"You knew," he asked, not understanding why she had it.

"It's been there for some time," she stated. "How else would I bring him back?"

Appalled at the idea, he retorted, "You mess with dead bodies!"

She glowered at him, "That's preposterous, he is not dead."

Connecting with what he read in the book and seeing Eathan's corpse, he became horrified at the truth. "All those people are dead because your curse," he stated.

After unveiling a knife from her coat's inner pocket, she said in a melancholic tone, "No one deserves to be alone."

Alexander knew the only escape was downstairs or out of a window. He tried for the stairs, but Igia prevented him. They got into a brief scuffle, which put Alexander facing toward the knife.

This gave him a chance to disarm her, but in doing so got a small cut on the side of his face and lost the key! He retreated and went to a bedroom. Inside, Alexander locked the door and went to the window, however, he noticed it locked with bars. Hearing keys he looked around for a hiding place.

Soon Igia opened the door and entered. She examined the room carefully and stopped in front of the closet door. Alexander watched her reach for the door. He covered his mouth to muffle his breaths so she would not hear.

His heart beats faster, Igia opened the door ready to stab him! Suddenly, she paused after seeing no one inside. Alexander crawled out from under the bed, shoved her in the closet and then ran downstairs.

He approached the front door and tried to open it, but realized he lost the key. With the doors locked and bars on the windows he felt trapped. He shuddered at the sound of droplets hitting the floor.

Alexander desperately looked around for an escape, while hearing footsteps from above. He found a hall to the tower and ventured in. To his discouragement, he found it blocked by a newly installed chain.

Alexander noticed the walls leak black water and heard broken gasps echo around the main floor. Coming down the stairs, Igia could hear the noise too. A tenderness came to her face. "I'll get rid of him soon, my darling," she promised.

Fearing the water may encroach toward him; Alexander climbed over the chains and raced up the tower steps. Within the tower, he saw the walls were leaking profusely.

Ascending the steps, the interior lights flickered until shutting off completely. Alexander stopped at hearing the sound of splashes behind him. He peered back and in disbelief could not make out anyone. Instead, he saw splashes in the water ascend the steps, as though something were coming up after him on all fours.

Paralyzed, his mind had to register the inconceivable, as the splashes came up faster. Alexander hurried up the stairs thinking Eathan hunted him. He finally reached the summit and caught himself at the rail.

Soon Igia arrived up there as well, "Stop making this difficult!"

"Yeah, like I really want to be killed," he protested, cautiously avoiding her.

Igia advanced, while Alexander retreated. They circled around the dry overlook and optic station. Alexander did not notice the clutter of old loose wires on the floor behind him.

He ended up tripping backward tearing them. He crawled back on his hands and feet, as she came closer to him. Suddenly the lens over the light burst from the torn wires, startled by the loud burst of glass, she glanced back distracted at seeing the lighthouse light burned-out.

Alexander sees his chance and kicks Igia toward the wires with his left foot. Igia's feet made contact with the torn wires and received volts throughout the inside of her body. Igia infuriated yelled, "I will kill you!"

As the quick electrocution ended, Igia fell to the ground. Alexander finding no other escapes took the opportunity and climbed onto the guardrail. During this time, he heard a familiar calling. Alexander slowly moved back. His eyes became terrified seeing Eathan's clasping hand grab the guardrail from the other side.

Eathan climbed over the guardrail in a lizard contortion, approaching him in lumbering crawl. Alexander retreated to another guardrail, frantically climbing on top of it and threw himself off the overlook.

Alexander braced himself when he hit the ground; feeling his ankles become stunned by the landing. He fell and hit his head on a rock.

Driving up the road, Olemilia's car stopped in view of the lighthouse. She got out and saw the overlook light was out. Her face taking on a heedful expression, she took out her phone and called the police.

Within minutes the Alki police arrived. Barely conscious, Alexander saw an EMS worker approach him, as he was placed in the vehicle.

A few days had gone by, the sky remained shrouded by gray clouds. Alexander sat on the hospital bed, with bandages wrapped around his head. He felt light-headed, staring at the window.

Olemilia walked in appearing troubled and sat at the foot of Alexander's bed. She observed his veiled expression and said, "The police are wondering, Alex. They want to know why you were at that lighthouse so late."

Alexander looked at her with deadpan eyes. She darted back at the doorway, seeing officers walk pass. Olemilia closed her eyes and exhaled with relief. The light flickered in the hall. Looking down at the bed, "I think they're accusing you of the deaths."

She looked up at Alexander, seeing his blank stare piercing through her. Worried she reached out to touch his shoulder, but he caught her wrist midway. Leaning in, he said grimly, "I know." Within Alexander's eyes, she could see the reflection of a sunken-eyed figure behind her, staring back from above. 