The Lighthouse

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It was a cold and foggy night, and Fredrick Foster was on his shift at the lighthouse

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It was a cold and foggy night, and Fredrick Foster was on his shift at the lighthouse. The sea was calm, and the only sound was the gentle lapping of the waves against the rocky shoreline.

Suddenly, a thick bank of fog rolled in from the sea, obscuring the horizon. Fredrick squinted into the darkness, trying to make out what was happening.

Suddenly, he saw a ghostly figure emerge from the fog, followed by several others. They moved slowly, almost as if they were in a trance. He watched, mesmerized, as they faded back into the fog.

Fredrick shivered, feeling a chill run down his spine. He knew something was not right.

He tried to focus on his duties, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him. He heard strange noises coming from the lighthouse, and he could feel an icy presence in the air.

Fredrick tried to keep his composure, but he was becoming increasingly uneasy. He had to get out of there.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a voice whisper in his ear, "Stay."

He froze in place, unable to move. He heard the voice again, louder this time, "Stay and face your fears."

Fredrick was terrified, but he knew he had to stay and face whatever was out there. He slowly stepped out of the lighthouse, and into the fog.

He could feel the icy presence all around him, and he heard the faint sound of laughter echoing through the night. He slowly made his way through the fog, not knowing what he would find.

Suddenly, he saw a figure emerge from the fog. It was an old man, dressed in a long black cloak. He stared at Fredrick, his eyes glowing with an unearthly light.

The old man spoke in a low voice, "Welcome, Fredrick Foster. I have been expecting you."

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