The Lighthouse

The Watcher

(Authors note! Not the best since I'm not great at writing but i hope you enjoy it >:3 This story isn't finished yet, might be a bit slow in posting this story sorry >:3)

As the morning sun cracked over the horizon, it peered through the glass and illuminated the face of Zee, he tosses and turns, but sleep eluded him, until he gives up in trying to fall back asleep and instead gets up. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he looks up at the calendar that is hung up above the desk in the lighthouse in which he lived. He looks over at the days crossed out, then focuses on the ones that had yet to arrive, a sigh escapes his lips.

Soon after Zee stands up, he begins doing some quick stretches which awakens the muscles in his upper arms, he then walked over the closet, grabbing a sailor outfit, which had been tailor made with a longer and higher collar. Slipping into the smooth clothes, he wonders what crazy people are going to show up today. The day before he had to pull a lady back off the railing since she tried to take a photo and almost fell over the railing, it always seems to be a common thing for people to slip. Once he finished adjusting his outfit, he grabbed his hand held mirror, it was painted yellow and had a fancy design. He held it up to his neck and pulled down his collar, showing him a reflection of himself and his pale star shaped scar, a reminder of what horrors happened years ago. Zee placed the mirror back down and it made little tinkle sound as it tapped the wooden desk.

Zee take a step outside and grips the clean white railing, letting his short messy hair flow around in the salty breeze. The sun hung long and lone, bring him some comfort knowing he wasn't the only thing alone in this vast place. The sun casting only a simple glow over the deep water that surrounded him. Looking down, the sound of crashing waves hitting the rocks below is loud, yet calming. Zee looks back inside and reads his clock, 6:34 am. He thinks about what to do next. His thoughts wonder, what visitors would he have today, familiar faces, new faces, or perhaps some daring-souls? A sense of anxiety quietly washed over him with how has to make sure nobody hurts themselves. Zee walks back inside and sits down at his desk, tattered with books and maps, some sketches and a journal along with a few sea themed decorations. The desk is slightly withered from the warm salty air and a plain warm lamp rests on his desk. A small bracelet and pendant necklace lay still on his desk, he had them for years yet never remembers where he got them, or who he got them off. After a few hours the clock hits 9 am and soon after Zee can hear the loud laughter and chatter of people who soon will arrive at the lighthouse. Yet a sudden darkness in the air lingered and gave him a bad feeling.

He rushes down the spiraling stairs and opens the doors to greet the first arrivers. Zee gives a strained smile to the family of 4. "Welcome! To the lighthouse!" Zee spoke, trying to force a cheerful voice on his words. He watches the family enter. They carefully walk up the chipping paint stairs and out to the railing, looking out at the vast sea. The family consists of two parents, a small girl, and an older teenager. Once at the top, Zee stood behind them and the little girl came up to him. "Do you tell stories?" The girl's voice sweet and young. Zee replied, "Indeed, once a storm roared over the skies and swallowed a whole ship. It's said that when the wind howls, you can hear their cries, another one is mermaids, they say you see them when the moon is at its fullest and reaches the peak of the sky." Zee recalls the storms he has saw and how he has seen storms swallow ships whole, it brings a sense of fear, when he had to watch them from the railings and listen to there strained cries through the radio, but the mermaids? Just lies, folklore for the young child to weave in their imagination, the parents exchange glances and don't look too impressed on the first story Zee told their child, they are rather annoyed on how he would tell a child such a 'scary' story. Zee coughs slightly and stands back up, turning his embarrassed face away, and mentally cursing himself out, a shadow of doubt appeared in his mind, did there parents see him as a storyteller or a harbinger of evil?