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The Terror Beneath (changed from The Nameless Terror as I think the newer one fits better. I apologize if this appears badly formatted as my video card whacked out again during the post).

"Oh, man! Now I'm glad you convinced me to come Alexander!"

"Well I couldn't let you miss out on your B-day, party Eathan," replied Alexander on video with Eathan.

"I can't believe it’s almost been a year since your death."

That morning in Alki Point, a sandy blonde-haired person, fresh-face young man, with green eyes was at home on his bed. Alexander laid there watching a year old cellphone video on his iPhone6 of a surprise birthday party for Eathan, dated June 24. Alexander sat up and stretched, took a glance out the window and saw the sky had an overcast and begun to rain. He turned off the video, stood up from the bed and got himself ready for the day. Alexander opened up his bedroom door and left. His cellphone lay on the bed askance to the window, across from the open laptop. A shadowy figure swept by reflecting on the cellphone and laptops screen.

Fifteen minutes had gone by, when he finished with his shower. Now in his bedroom, Alexander stood before his dresser, having put on his blue jeans, orange T-shirt and black jacket he noticed his cellphone on the dresser. He quizzically looked at it wondering why or how the phone moved and he thought, "Guess mom put it there," putting the phone in his jackets pocket. Before exiting his room, he thought he saw a figure by, when he glanced back all he saw was droplets of rain on the window. He paid it no mind at first, yet he looked to make sure. "Must've been a bird or something," shrugging it off as he left his room.

Downstairs, Alexander walked down the hall and passed the kitchen archway. He paused when he felt his stomach rumble. He figured he should eat, but did not want to show up late for school. "I'll just get going," he thought getting ready to leave. Suddenly his phone rung and he answered.

"Yes?"

"You’re up," said Rachel. "Did you eat?"

"Yeah I did," he replied.

"No you didn't. I know you," scolding him. "At least take them as you go." Alexander picked up the left half of the bagel on the plate, covered in cream cheese and took a bite of the bagel as she said, "Alright, I'll let you go. I'll be home around nine."

Alexander finished the first half and reached for the other half, when he saw something out the corner of his peripheral right view. He curiously looked toward the farthest right side of the kitchen ceiling and saw a damp spot on the ceilings corner and water coming down from it.

"Yeah, nine," he responded curious. "Did you notice a leak in the kitchen?"

"Yes I did. Don't worry about it," she assured him. "I placed some papers on the floor under it, with a pot."

Suddenly the phones connection began to scramble. His line disconnected, so he text his mother to call him later. In doing so he looked carefully at the leak, as he put his phone away, watching the leak. Something about it made him not want to approach it. "Leak or not I need to go," he thought deciding to ignore the leak and left his home.

Outside his home, Alexander noticed the rain had not let up. He groaned at this aspect. Alexander did not hate the rain, but he was at least hoping it would ease up, as he walked to school. To him though, Alki point was any other place you have seen before. Jutting out into Puget Sound, you can make a view of the bay from Hamilton Viewpoint. Being in the western most part of Seattle, Alki beach is along the coastline. Farther beyond you can see the octagonal lighthouse that the Viser family owns, which overshadows any tourist at an estimated 37 feet.

Alexander then saw a police car ride by along the street. He knew the brusque, brown eyed, black haired man in the police car as Lt. Xavier Moss, from being a good friend to his father and mother. He recalled in his head what Xavier told his dad "In Alki October last `till July, then around mid-July it's dry and departs in September," when he was over their house. Alexander placed his hood up over his head, when the police car stopped.

"Need a ride, Alex?" asked Xavier.

"Nah, I don't mind the rain. Appreciate the offer."

"You sure, it's not out of my way?" questioning why he would rather walk.

"I'm bloody sure. I actually like rain walking," he proclaimed. Xavier understood remembering he liked to do that and rode away.

Half way to the high school, Alexander made the decision to lower his hood. He figured the first person he would see on the school grounds would be Olemilia. He knew her well as a close friend from her bright red hair, her green eyes covered by professional looking glasses, and her fair delicate skin. Being an avid reader himself, he often would see her taking out books at the library, or see her nose deep in a novel.

"I wonder if she's at school already," he said passing a particularly tall tree. A strange, low pitch noise then pierced into Alexander’s ears!

"Ah! What the hell!" he exclaimed barely making out what sounded like words. It was so erratic it sounded like murky gibberish.

A car pulled up alongside Alexander, while he stood there as if paralyzed by the noise, trying to recollect his thoughts.

"Alex! Alex, what's wrong?" asked Olemilia. Alexander was able to recognize the familiar voice from the haunting noise ruminating in his mind, as she called out to him again, "Do you need a lift to school?"

"No, no.... I'm fine," replying to her voice.

"They said it'll downpour off and on today. You should get in," recommending him a ride.

"Okay you win," he agreed with the idea of that unearthly, wretched noise coming back made him want to get as far as he could from it. Once he entered her car, the noises stopped ruminating.

"Do you feel all right?" she asked.

"Yeah, just light-headed was all," trying to recuperate mentally from that ear-splitting noise.

"Mind if I turn on the radio?"

"No, go ahead." When Alexander turned up the radios volume and changed it to his favorite station, an unearthly, wretched white noise much like before, came screeching into the car! It caused Alexander to jump at the broken cacophony of words, startling him to stop it.

"What the bloody hell was that!"

She glanced over at Alexander, trying to keep her eyes on the road. She saw Alexander's chest heavily breathing fast. Alexander's stomach felt twisted into knots. To him the radio sounded like its transistors choked.

"What’s the matter? You look ill," she asked.

"That noise, that noise was bloody awful," he claimed.

"You mean that song," she presumed switching the radio back on and heard a popular rock song.

"It's not so bad," Alexander began to wonder if she heard the same noise. After school, Alexander was at home and decided to get started on his project he chose to do for his history class. He went into the kitchen, sat at the table after putting his bag down, and took his tablet out of his bag. He skimmed through for geographical data on the lighthouse, when he heard the noise of a faucet dripping. He looked over toward the old leak and saw nothing coming from it.

"Don't tell me there's another leak," annoyed he looked back over his left shoulder towards the sink. He saw the water was off, so he looked over by the stove. He then saw something beyond his scientific explanation. Black murky water was dripping from the wall, but in reverse. His eyes followed the waters trail to the ceiling, mystified at the phenomenon before realizing his room was over him.

Alexander ran up to his room and saw a pool of black water, ankle high. "Give me a break. How did this happen?" he thought. He carefully trudged into his room, noticing how cold and dark the water was. He could not see his feet so he decided to leave his room and wait downstairs, as he left he swore he heard footsteps splashing in his flooded room. That evening his mother came home, he met her at the door.

"Hi. Did you want to order food or not tonight?" asked Rachel going into the kitchen.

"Order out," answered Alexander as his mother agreed. "By any chance did a pipe burst in my room?"

"No, why would it?" she laughed believing he was joking.

"My room is flooded mom," he claimed.

"Pipes don't just burst Alex," she dismissed his claim.

"But..."

"Let's go see this flooded room then," she said wanting to dismiss his story. He and his mother entered his room upstairs; there he was confused at the sight of it. His entire room was as dry as ever, Rachel shook her head and walked out. He stood there unable to put together what he saw earlier.

On Tuesday, the following morning, Alexander was walking up to the Viser manor; he walked up onto the porch and rapped (knocked) at the door. Knowing how big the manor house is, he would need to knock loud. Waiting there, he took notice of how immaculate the yard is, even after the endless storms this month, until a chill came over his body. He could see his breaths giving off fog, as he grasped himself shivering.

"Why's it so bloody cold now?” shakes at the cold breeze around him. A wretched, murky sounding noise was heard, when he felt an icy touch from a hand going through the back of his hair? He jumped as he reached for the back of his hair feeling nothing, but his own smooth hair. Alexander figured it was the wind, but the whole experience left him uneasy with disturbing thoughts believing it had to be a hand in his hair. The door eventually opened, to a woman with straight, long, raven black hair, a ghost like pale complexion and bright blue eyes.

"Alexander! My word; you're soaked," said Igia noticing how wet he looked.

"Hi, Mrs. Viser," greeting her

"Come in," she implored him to get out of the heavy rain. "I can tell the speech therapy has helped your stuttering habit. Does your mother know you were coming over?"

"No this is an impromptu visit," he answered. "See my bike is still in the shop for a new alternator."

She closed door behind him, "Dear, if I knew you were coming over I would have picked you up."

"It doesn't matter. I was actually hoping you could, well, allow me to enter the lighthouse," he worried she would say "no."

"What for?" she questioned his request to see it outside the tour.

"We have this historical project assigned to us in class," explaining with clarity. "And I need private access to it."

"I see no problem with that," she replied.

"Thanks," he sighed with relief. "This will really help my research."

"But it'll have to be tomorrow afternoon," raising her left index finger. "That's when I'll be able to be there."

"Oh, that's fine by me," thinking it strange to postpone it until tomorrow. Igia showed Alexander out, and watched him leave. Her gaze changed to suspicion as he closed the door behind him, a black mist followed close to him.

The following day on June 23, upon approaching a tall construct, he and Olemilia saw Mrs. Viser conversing with someone that has messy brown hair, a lean body frame and blue eyes, to Alexander's dismay. He reluctantly walked up to them with her.

"Hey Alex, y-y-you made it," said Arnold teasingly. "Sorry I was just messing with you."

"My ass," Alexander mumbled under his breath. He was ready to tell him off, when Igia approached them before he could say anything.

Igia brought them to the lighthouse, once at the main door they went inside after she unlocked it. Alexander, Olemilia and Arnold looked around the newly based, polished oak wood flooring. The four of them spent hours in the lighthouse. Igia would show them around, explaining in magnificent detail the history of the lighthouse. Alexander took shots of what she showed them. Olemilia eagerly listened to the in depth history and Arnold went along uninterested. Evening began to set in when a downpour started outside; the four of them were in the main room. Arnold spotted an area on the floor with two hinges!

"Hey. Check out this floor,” he said. Olemilia, Alexander and Igia came over and saw what he found.

"I see you found the door to the cellar," said Igia imploring Arnold to get off it.

"You don't mind if we take a look in it, do you?" asked Alexander.

"I don't mind," she replied. "You just can't enter it right now."

Igia explained that the cellar never opened for several years and it became cluttered with antiques from the seafaring days. There are no lights installed yet and she did not want them to get hurt. Alexander crouched down to lift the door. It lifted right before his eyes, as though a tomb door revealed itself. The particles of centuries passed, seemed to cling and reside by his skin. All foul matter of human histories escaped his senses, which intrigued his mind.

Once the door lifted completely, the three of them gazed down into the cellar. As they stared down into the cellar, it made them feel as though they were gazing down upon an unknown abyss, filled with several forbidden secrets, hidden away by the wretched times of darkness, bound in this crypt. Alexander took out his phone a used its flashlight so to see down there. From that angle, the three of them had to lie down to see some of the cellar. They saw the cluttered antiques, but soon night began to fall. Igia had a sudden dread hidden on her face.

"It's getting late," she stated. "We need to leave before nightfall!" Alexander and the others got up from the floor. Igia closed the lid of the cellar with haste! Baffled by her sudden action, they came to agree it was late and dismissed the minor scene. Outside the lighthouse, Alexander and Olemilia walked together, with Arnold behind them. Igia was locking down the lighthouse and then looked at it.

She turned her right ear a bit to the door. She could hear a low pitch, unearthly, wretched noise coming from the cellar inside the lighthouse. She could hear the noise as barely shouts or cries, as if from one voice! She moved her right hand over her heart, looked down as if mourning. Then she turned away calmly and left.

"That was strange the way she reacted like that in there," stated Olemilia suspicious

"It is getting late. She probably wants us home safely," Alexander figured. "They never caught Eathan's killer."

"I guess you're right," she replied considering his view.

That evening, a shadowy figure skulked in the night, around the lighthouse! The enigmatic figure used a hairpin and small knife to break the lock, and entered inside. Once inside, the lean framed figure removed his hood and took out a cellphone, using its flashlight to pierce into the darkness.

"Leave it to an old lighthouse not to have an alarm." Arnold thought from how easily he entered. He walked over toward the cellar door and crouched down near it. "A treasure trove of antiques is my ticket out of Alki," imagining the value he will obtain. Inside the cellar, he could see a lot more lied within this crypt than what he perceived earlier.

"Man this place is loaded!" he noticed at how much was really down there. Arnold went around examining the cellar, noticing the thick dust cover. He came across a table at the end of the room. It had a single chair pulled out from it, Arnold stopped; realizing he reached a dead end. It was then he heard a leak, so aimed his cellphone around and spotted the leak at the upper right corner of the ceiling. "A leak, figures," cogitating that a place this old would have some. Arnold began picking through the antiques for the most valuable. After a while, he went back to the table. Soon he spotted a cellphone at the center of the table.

"A cellphone, I guess someone else has been down here too," baffled. He tried to turn the phone on, yet nothing happened. He put the phone back down and turned away. The constant drips became louder, as he could not ignore them anymore! Obsessed by the leak, he did not see the phone light up. His own cellphone vibrated as he saw a new message and pulled it up. A box popped up with a question asking, "Eathan suffocated?" Along with two, answer boxes "Yes," in the right box and "No," in the left box. Without a second thought, he deleted the email.

"Well Michael, screw off," he remarked at Michael’s poor attempt at a scare. The email erased itself, but suddenly the cellar door slammed shut! "Whoa!" dropping his phone when he jumped at the noise. "What the hell was that?" He picked up his phone shaken a bit and scanned the room. He stopped the light at the cellar door.

"I can't believe my fucking luck!" cursing the lighthouse. Arnold went toward the ladder leading up to the cellar door, and climbed up it. He reached the cellar door and struck it repeatedly. "Oh, come on!" he climbed back down the ladder vexed. Hearing more dripping, almost like running water, he scanned the area and spotted another leak in the far left corner of the ceiling! "How did that start up?" he wondered in his head becoming fearful of the leaks. A call came in on his phone, as the one on the table lit up. He saw it was an unknown caller.

"Okay this isn't funny Michael!" as he rejected it. The phone on the table lit up again, he noticed this time. Curious to how it still worked he went over to it. He picked it up taking calming breaths, and saw the screen was black, with an icon at the bottom left showing it was recording. He had a feeling of something or someone was watching him, when his phone rang again. He answered this one, but then dismissed it, and then another leak formed far behind him! His heart began to beat fast, from the springing leaks, as if the whole cellar would flood soon. A third call came by the unknown caller, Arnold answered in frustration.

"What do you want?" demanding an answer. No one responded on the other end. Suddenly, the call ended and another call followed after. Arnold did not answer and let it ring out, when it did his phone rung again more than before. He hesitated to accept the call, when he did a voice spoke on the other end.

"I'm behind you," it said in a murky voice.

Looking into the recording his eyes became wild and frozen at what he saw in the phone! A person stood close to his back, as its head was looking downward. A murky white noise echoed in the cellar, but soon the sounds faded and only silence remained.

A week went by and the rains cease to stop. People at the high school began to question where Arnold was and why he never came to school. At the beauty shop Ms. Dugan owns, word of the disappearances circulated especially between Mrs. Dunkirk, a bridal shop owner and Ms. Wainwright, who worked at a daycare. Mr. and Mrs. Flannigan, a friendly elderly couple also talked to others about the disappearances. From the biggest bank to smallest grocer, everyone in Alki gossiped about it. They could only agree on one thing, that Kaitlin and Blisters disappearance was a mystery.

Alexander was riding home on his motorcycle, having picked it up a day ago. He knew of the gossip going around about Mrs. Kirkland, as well as Kaitlin, but none concerned him, not even Arnold. He pulled into his garage and parked off to the left, when he got off his bike and removed his helmet, his phone rang. He answered it and then heard a low pitch white noise in his phone. He paid it no mind assuming it was scrambling. A shadow suddenly moved out the corner of his eye! He felt as if this figure stood right up to his back. He could almost feel an icy, cold, murky breath brush up the back of his neck!

Alexander quickly looked over his left shoulder and saw nothing there. All he saw was the torrential rain outside the garage. He tried to ignore his feeling of being watched and went to put away his helmet, when he did he accidentally dropped his phone. So naturally, he bent down forward to grab it, as he bent over he felt the presence again!

Alexander picked up his phone, and then heard the sound of slight shuffling behind him. He jumped up and looked behind him to see who or what it was. Alexander relaxed when he saw who it was, recognizing his dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and his ghost like pale complexion. The other person he was not too fond of, having straight black hair, sharp athletic features and brown eyes.

"Man, you're jumpy," said Kristian.

"You should really cut loose and get a girl," suggested Michael.

"What is it?" asked Alexander, ignoring Michael.

"You saw Arnold around by chance? Kristian asked. "He was supposed to be at practice this week."

"Last I saw him was at the lighthouse a week ago." answered Alexander.

"Huh, well thanks anyhow," he replied wondering why Arnold would even be at the lighthouse.

Inside Alexander's house, he sat in the kitchen and started to watch the video of him and Eathan again. "I wonder if the person who killed you, took that girl?" he thought remembering his days with Eathan.

Alexander stopped the video and looked over his pictures of the lighthouse on his cellphone. He skimmed through a majority when he spotted an out of focus one that seemed to show a dark mist image of human figure in the main room.

"Sigh, now I need another one," he said at his misfortune. He called Mrs. Viser and she agreed to let him go back to the lighthouse. She also suggested he call Olemilia, believing she would like another visit.

Later on that day, Alexander was in the shower as it began to run. He started to clean his hair and closed his eyes. He kept his head down and felt sudden warmth on his head. He flipped his hair back to throw off most of the water, and then opened his eyes seeing red splattered droplets on the ceiling?

Alexander hesitantly reached for his hair with his left hand. He felt around his hair and then looked into his left hand palm and saw it stained with blood! Alexander began to panic at this sight and felt around his head for any wound. He felt and felt his head, but had no injury. "Where's this blood coming from?" he exclaimed. He then saw the water on the tub floor mixed with blood. Not wanting to look, but had to see if he was hurt. He soon found his torso and hands stained with blood! Alexander stared wild eyed at this horrific scene, shaking. Suddenly at Alexander's feet, he saw the bloodied corpse of Arnold in the water!

"Ah!" screaming and fumbling out of the shower. He then tripped and fell to the floor, grabbing the shower curtain to catch his fall; but ripped it down instead. He got up on his hands and knees, and stumbled to his feet running out of the bathroom his heart racing, toward the safety of his bedroom as fast as he could. Naked and wet, he went into his bedroom, locked the door behind him, and stood back against the door, catching his breath!

He did not realize he left his clothes and towel in there. Normally he would never dream of leaving the bathroom, nude, and running down the hall. However, the intense drive to escape made him lose all rational thought. He avoided the bathroom as much as he could that night. That night, Alexander was in a black room. The room leaked water from three ends of the ceiling. Arnold stood at the end of the room, in front of a table holding a cellphone. Alexander began to walk on the wet floor, bare foot, coming toward him.

In the phones reflection Arnold could see Alexander approach him from behind, head lowered. Before he could react, Alexander slit his throat with a jagged knife and repeated to stab him more and more, crushing bone! Arnold fell to the floor dead, as Alexander stood there covered in blood! "Aha!" yelled Alexander, waking up in his bed. He had broken into a light sweat. He slowly calmed his breathing down to relax himself, "Is... Is that what happened to Arnold?" He had trouble going back to sleep that night.

On Saturday, Alexander and Olemilia went back to the lighthouse. Alexander had an air of stress and fatigue about him. She noticed this and thought it best to accompany him this second time.

"You did hear the police found Arnold dead inside the lighthouse cellar?" she asked.

"Kind of," he replied with his mind elsewhere.

"They questioned Mrs. Viser, but couldn't place her there. Plus the hand prints on Arnold didn't match hers." explaining the investigation reported on the news days before.

"How was he killed?" he had some idea.

"From what I heard his throat was cut and his body was stabbed several times, most of his bones were shattered," she replied. "Or they're exaggerating it."

"They're still investigating Mrs. Viser?" he inquired.

"No, she had an alibi. Her and Kristian were over Michael’s house," proclaiming they are innocent. Once at the lighthouse, Igia let them inside, a strong smell assaulted their olfactory! The smell was so strong, like rotten seaweed and sulfur, that Olemilia and Alexander had covered their noses.

"Ugh! What's that smell?" said Alexander, taken back by it.

"It smells horrible!" said Olemilia.

"I'm sorry, but didn't I mention the workers struck an old sewage pipe," explained Igia. "Here, these medical masks will help until you get your picture." Alexander and Olemilia put on the medical masks like Igia. The smell was filtered a bit to allow a couple minutes of research. Alexander took a picture of the main room with his cellphone, and an extra just in case. She petitioned Igia to see the cellar. She whole-heartily agreed to the request now and unlocked the cellar. Alexander and Olemilia started to climb down into it.

"There's a temporary light source installed down there," said Igia. "The switch should be near you." Olemilia spotted the switch when they got down there, and pulled it. Once down there, and seeing the stark, earthy cellar and all its faculties. Now engulfed in a new subterranean world filled with human history, it made them want to explore it more, but time was not a luxury. While looking around all they could in a small amount of time, allowed by the penetrating odor. Her eyes set upon a new cloth at the far end of the room. She went over to this tarp covering the table against the wall.

Alexander came back over by the ladder. He looked toward his right when a sudden headache emerged. Images flashed rapidly before his eyes of the lighthouse and him slaying Arnold standing in a black room over his dead body, with a bloodied, jagged knife in his left hand! Alexander came out of the vision, breathing heavy. He leaned on the ladder by his left arm feeling he was going to pass out any minute now.

Olemilia carefully lifted up the tarp over the table, and saw a cellphone at its center. She did not understand why such a new thing is in such an odd place. Her first thought was to leave it, but whether it was curiosity or intellectual indulges, she did not know. She relied on intellectual indulges and put the phone in her purse. She looked back at Alexander and saw him leaned on the ladder looking exhausted.

"Alex!" she cried. She came over to him fast. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he responded gasping for air.

"You sure, you don't look…"

"Let’s just go, quickly, “pleading to her. Once they were out, Igia locked its door. Alexander sat there catching his breath. He could not understand what did that to him. It was as if when he saw those spots on the ladder, he went back in time.

That night approaching midnight, Igia returned to the lighthouse and opened the cellar door, “Wake up darling. It’s time to play.”

At Michael’s home, Michael was playing the new Call of Duty game on his Xbox, while online with others. He had a headset on to communicate with his team. "I got this one," he said arrogantly. He was about to shoot down an enemy player, when a message came in at the bottom of the screen. The message indicated he had a new message sent to him by 999999. Then his system disconnected from Xbox live.

"Huh? Oh, seriously!" annoyed he removed his headset and was going to test his connection, when he recalled a message being sent to him by a 999999 person. Michael knew no one by the username 999999, but decided to see this message anyway.

"Let's see who this ass hat is," still vexed at his disconnection. He went to the inbox and found the message at the top. It struck him as odd the message had no heading. He opened the message and saw it was a question asking, "Eathan suffocated?" which surprised Michael, as if he never expected this asked. Instead of closing it out, he selected "No," on the question. Then for no reason the message all out deleted from the inbox.

"What was that about?" confused. He put the whole thing out of his head and went to test his connection. As his Xbox connection got to the last stage, his system and router shut down completely! Michael looked away from his phone and looked dumbfounded at the T.V screen.

"Ah, the router must've crashed," using the motion sensor to try to turn the system back on. Having no luck turning anything back on, Michael decided to lie down on his bed and talk to Christi on Facebook, before he could send her a message, his phone rung. It was an unknown number listed on the screen. He decided to reject the call, but soon after a voicemail came in. Michael checked the new voice mail and listened to it. He could not understand the words the voice spoke, as it seemed scrambled.

"What the hell is this?" trying to stop the voice message. Soon the message paused and changed to a new one. The sound heard was that of low whimpering noises, like muffled pleadings of "no," while the sound of chains rattled. Shaking from the sounds, he could not take the eerie message anymore. The last sound heard was that of fabric ripping, before he removed the phones battery, shutting it down. He tossed his phone to the beds edge, and sat frozen.

It was now mid July and the torrential rains ceased, and then started back up, sporadically. Citizens noticed the disappearances were now lesser, but the deaths increased. Some as suicide, others labeled a death that appeared as a drowning or crushed bone structure. Even at the high school, the students and faculty were on edge.

At the high school in the gymnasium, Students were preparing for a play. Kristian and Devin were opening the curtains when the sand bag fell hitting the stage. Kristian saw the rope for it snapped apart. All of a sudden, the body of Michael fell from the rafters, hanging by the same rope! Students were in shock or dumbfounded at the scene, while others giggled from nervousness, or fainted. Olemilia and Christi were among the onlookers, seeing in horror a fellow student hang there. Olemilia was petrified, as Christi was hysterical.

"Michael!" she screamed, her words caught in her throat. Kristian overwhelmed tried to comfort her as Olemilia called 911. Alexander walking by saw and heard the commotion inside, but ignored it seeing how much uproar it was. As he walked past the window though, he could hear dripping and a murky white noise.

He stopped thinking it was ambulance sirens and saw a murky face in the window out the corner of his eye, when he looked at the window his reflection only remained. His first thoughts to enter his mind were of the lighthouse. He began to walk faster to the doors humming a song, believing whatever was in or beyond that window was close behind him following.

Three days passed and the rain showers still fell infrequently. There was a rumor circulating about a call, among the citizens. People endlessly flooded the police station with more foolish talk of the rumors, as well as more disappearances and deaths. Alexander was also on-edge at the inexplicable events, especially in his life. He could not understand why he kept having visions of death and why the lighthouse was a recurring manifest content.

On Sunday, Alexander decided to call Igia today so he could enter the lighthouse again, when Olemilia came over. They talked about the rumors around town that the citizens believe the old killer caused the deaths. Olemilia also talked about how people believe it to be a scheme the Alki police came up with, seeing as how they were doing nothing to stop the spree of deaths or disappearances. She then talked to him about the suicide in the gymnasium and that the person was Michael.

"There was a note found in Michael’s bedroom by his parents," she claimed.

"What did it say?

"From what Christi told me it read, "I'm doing this because of Eathan," and that was the last line on the note."

"What would Eathan have to do with it? I don't remember them being close friends."

"Alex, there's something I've been meaning to show you," said Olemilia. She reached into her purse and showed him the cellphone she found in the lighthouse cellar.

"You wanted to show me a cellphone?" he questioned, thinking it trivial.

"I found it the second time we went to the lighthouse," claiming her find.

"I never saw it there before," he responded, skeptical.

"It was under a tarp in the cellar. I saw it when you were about to faint," she explained. "It won't turn on though."

"Did you try charging it?" questioning her.

"I've been having trouble finding a charger to fit into it."

"Must be a specific one," he presumed.

"By the way Michael’s girlfriend Christi mentioned the emails to me," she said in confidence.

"Apparently her father, who's a police officer, said to her mother that the police found that email on the computers of all the people who vanished or died."

"Really?" he inquired intrigued at the prospect of it being true.

That evening, around 3:33 A.M, Alexander stood upon a stage with a diabolical smirk, in a black room. Before him dangled Michael’s body from the rafters, hanging by a rope as he held the snapped off end in his left hand. In the distance, the lighthouse stood out within the darkness, as Alexander hung Michael higher.

Suddenly, Alexander awoke in his parent’s bedroom, as they lay asleep. He stood over their bodies on the bed holding a wire! Alexander taken back by this dropped the wire. The sound of his startled reaction awoke his parents.

"Alexander, what time is it?" asked Rachel.

"Too early to be up," said Jonathan still drowsy.

"S-Sorry to wake you," apologized Alexander. "Goodnight."

He left their bedroom, Rachel was confused, but soon went back to sleep. Alexander went back to his bed, secluding himself inside. "Was I trying to- no, no of course not." he cogitated; trying to convince himself he would never hurt his parents. He tried to go back to sleep that night, but had difficulty, so he would stay awake until his parents woke up.

The next morning, Alexander's parents had gone to work as he hoped. He slept in most of the day, waking up in the afternoon and got ready for the day. He sat down at his desk to send an email to Igia asking to enter the lighthouse, when knocks came at the front door. He left his room and went down the hallway, as he did he began to see the walls leak black water and heard a sharp white noise pierce his ears.

He covered his ears and closed his eyes to escape the scene, “This isn’t real. I don’t need anymore counseling.”

Amid the white noises, Alexander still heard knocks at the front door become louder, almost like cannon blasts hitting the door. He went back to his room and trudged through ankle high black water. Alexander opened his eyes and saw in horror not only his devastated his room from the excessive leaks, but the bodies of Arnold, Micheal and a few others found dead in town.

It was then Alexander could no longer hear the loud knocks, but instead heard something splashing outside his room, like that of footsteps made in water. The sound grew steadily closer to his bedroom door. Alexander’s stomach quivered from what headed his way. Instead of seeing what it was, he made his way to his window, opened it and climbed out of his room. Still hearing the noises behind him he walked along the rooftop and climbed down the drainpipe. He stood before his house in the downpour, still shaking after the experience.

"I can’t go back in there…" Alexander felt he was slowly losing his grip on reality. From the visions, to the nightmares, to the white noise and now attacked in his home, he could not rationalize any of it anymore. "I can't keep doing this," he thought.

"Tonight I'm entering that lighthouse and find out why my nightmares keep leading to it. My parents won't be home until morning anyhow," he decided so to avoid anyone seeing him enter in case they perceived him as a burglar.

Around midnight, Alexander silently made his way up to the lighthouses front door. He was fortunate that Kristian's words were true that the door was still unlocked. Entering the dark lighthouse, the bad odor from the last visit was stronger. Alexander covered his nose with his left hand, and activated the flashlight on his phone.

Surveying the lighthouse for any kind of answer to the phenomenon occurring in his life, he looked around the main floor, but still found nothing. "This is the only area left to check," he thought, as he went up the creaking stairs.

Half way up his left leg fell through one of the stairs! He struggled to get loose, but it felt as if someone was grasping his ankle, trying to pull him down toward it! He managed to get his leg free from the broken stair, yet the experience left him a bit shaken. Alexander did not notice the murky, faded hand print on his bottom left pants leg!

At the top of the stairs, he sensed against his will, that the horrific odor was stronger upstairs than anywhere else was!

"Ugh! What the bloody hell is that," he said, feeling the contents of his meal about to expectorate. "That's too bad to be backed up sewage." The odor worsened, which made him back into the doorway, where the smell permeated even stronger! He turned and saw the old English, alcove door. He reached for the handle and quickly opened it to escape the lingering smell.

Inside the room where there was emptiness, aside from the candles on the floor aligned in a circle (about 1547.187m squared), at the center of the room. Alexander stepped carefully into this arcane room. He stepped into the candle circle and felt a weaker density. Here the smell was at its worst. It was so bad he had to leave the room before he vomited.

"I have to see what's causing that smell," he said as he braced himself to go back. Alexander noticed how much colder this room was from the rest. He knocked on the floors surface and felt a hollow part. Realizing it was probably a false floor built during early construction. He carefully removed the false floor and laid it aside. He looked in the opening and to his horror saw a preserved; decaying body of what barely looked like dark-red haired teenage boy, with cyanosis of the skin and wearing a black formal outfit!

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

"Mrs. Viser there's, a body in there!" he said, stuttering on his words.

"I'm aware of that Alexander."

"You knew?" he asked not understanding why she left it there.

"It’s been there for some time," she stated. "That's my son, Eathan."

"You stole his body from the grave!" he said, appalled.

"It's not what you think. I had to take his body," she claimed. "To put an end to it all," Alexander then realized a disturbing reality.

"You were the one causing all the disappearances and deaths!" he accused her.

"It seems you know too much," she said with remorse. Igia unveiled a sharp kitchen knife from her coats inner pocket!

"You don't really want to kill me?" he replied, afraid of her answer.

"It'll be over with soon," she promised, with coldness in her words.

Alexander knew the only way out was a break for the stairs and out a window. He tried for the stairs, but Igia prevented him. They got into a brief scuffle, which put Alexander facing left toward her, pointing the knife at him! This gave him a chance to disarm her, but in doing so got a small cut on the side of his face! He retreated and went toward a bedroom. He went into the bedroom and locked the door. He went toward the window, but before he tried to open it, he noticed it locked with bars!

"Damn it!" he could then hear keys opening the door!

Soon, she opened the door and entered. She examined the room carefully and came to the closet door. She figured he would hide in there, Alexander watched her reach for the door. Alexander covered his mouth, to muffle his breaths so she would not hear. His heart beat faster, as Igia opened the door with her knife raised, ready to stab him! From after seeing no one inside, she then paused in confusion, thinking to herself, "What? This can't be?" Alexander crawled out from under the bed.

Igia heard this and realized where he was. "The bed!" she thought. Before she could react, Alexander lunged at her, shoving her in the closet! He ran out of the bedroom and hurried downstairs.

He approached the front door and tried to open it, but realized Igia locked it, more than likely. He looked for another exit, yet with the doors locked and bars on the windows, his hope for escape looked grim. Feeling trapped in a cage, he could suddenly hear the sound of droplets hit the wooden floor, as well as footsteps upstairs and knew she was coming!

He looked around desperately in the main room, kitchen and back rooms. Nowhere could lead him to salvation, it was then he passed by the alcove to the tower. He went over to see if he could access it, thinking there was no other way. The way in was blocked by a newly installed chain, he then noticed the walls slowly leaked black water. Alexander could hear a wretched, murky noise echo all around the main floor. Coming down the stairs Igia could hear the noises too, when a concerned look came to her face.

"I'll get rid of him soon my darling, and then I'll open the cellar for you." Alexander could make out footsteps getting closer; ignoring the leak he climbed over the chains and raced up the lighthouse steps. Inside the tower, Alexander saw the walls were leaking even more in here. He ran up the water-covered steps, knowing Igia was close behind.

The further he ascended the lighthouse the louder the wretched, murky noise became. Hearing only his footsteps splash in the sheets of water, Alexander saw the tower lights flicker until shutting off completely. He stopped at hearing the sound of splashes behind him. He looked back and to his disbelief did not see Igia or anyone. Instead, he saw splashes in the sheets of water ascend the steps as though something were coming up after him.

Petrified at what he could see, his mind had to register the inconceivable, as the splashes became faster and came toward him. Alexander hurried faster up the stairs, hearing the splashes behind him getting closer! He finally reached the summit and caught himself at the guardrail, escaping the terror.

Soon Igia arrived up there and said, "Stop making this difficult!"

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

Igia walked toward him, Alexander retreated from her. He and Igia circled around the overlook. Alexander did not notice the clutter of old loose wires on the floor behind him. He ended up tripping backward over them, accidentally ripping some out. He crawled back on his hands and feet, as she came closer to him, when the sparks from the ripped wires started a small fire, just behind her!

Smelling the smoke behind her, she turned and was shocked to see a fire growing from the old wires! Alexander finding no other escapes took the opportunity he had and climbed onto the guardrail. Igia looked behind her and saw Alexander jump over the edge!

"Alexander!" she cried.

Igia became worried and ran back down the lighthouse. Alexander braced himself as he landed on the ground; he lost his balance, feeling his ankles being stunned from the landing. He fell to the ground and hit his head on a rock! Back inside, Igia was on the main floor; she unlocked the door and attempted to open it, but could not! The rubber bumpers underneath the door were melted and would barely open!

A concerned neighbor, who lived nearby in view of the lighthouse, heard the noises outside and went to see the cause. He saw the lighthouse almost completely covered in flames! He could not see anyone in the darkness. The neighbor called 911 on his cellphone. Alexander regained consciousness and began to make his way toward the lots.

Within minutes, the Alki fire department arrived at the lighthouse and found it nearly engulfed in flames! It would take nearly the whole night to put out the raging inferno. Alexander made it home at 4 A.M; he did not care to change clothes. He just went up to his room. However, after the lighthouse fire, Alexander carried within his thoughts and feelings, an ominous presence of darkness, upon him. As if, something came out of that cellar, to become a part of his existence now.

Alexander had washed his face, turned off the faucet and walked to his room. Unbeknownst to him water started to drip from the faucet as the walls began to leaked black water once more. 