Shadow Island

Chapter FIVE

A few hours later...

"What's that?" Tim suddenly whispered, breaking the silence. I looked over at him. He was standing by the door with his right ear pressed against the wood, listening intently.

"What do you mean?" Jonas asked, raising an eyebrow.

"There's someone out there," Tim replied in a low voice, glancing at us with wide eyes. "I told you already," I muttered. "I'm sure we're not alone here."

"Alright, so what?" Jonas shrugged, acting like it didn't bother him. "If someone's here, let them come to us. Or we can just go check it out ourselves!" He took a step toward Tim and pulled open the door. The old wood creaked softly, and I paused, straining my ears, but I couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary. Still, we moved quietly, sneaking down the stairs together, each step making my heart beat a little faster.

Outside, rain poured down from the tower roof, and the wind whipped around us, so loud I could barely hear Jonas speak. "And where exactly are we supposed to find someone?" Tim asked as we reached the open air, glancing around with suspicion. Suddenly, he stopped and pointed toward a cliff in the distance. "Over there – see that?"

Jonas frowned, not entirely convinced, but curiosity pulled us forward, leading us all to the edge of the cliff. It was about 100 meters away from the lighthouse and dropped straight down 60 meters to the crashing waves below. A strange feeling settled over me as I looked over the edge, watching the ocean slam against the rocks with a thunderous roar. "And someone was supposed to be here?" Tim asked, sounding doubtful. "What exactly did you see?"

"I'm telling you," Jonas said, his voice serious. "I saw someone – a figure. It looked like a person."

Tim raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Are you sure? And where would this 'person' be now? Did you get a good look?"

We stood there for a while, staring silently over the cliff edge, but nothing stirred. I began to wonder if Jonas was just trying to mess with us. But what if he had actually seen something? One thought kept nagging at me: How could anyone have stood here at the edge and then just disappeared?

With that question still hanging in the air, we finally headed back to the lighthouse, getting ready for the night. But none of us could shake the strange feeling. Tim was clearly tense, peering out the small window every few minutes. I found myself doing the same, scanning the empty landscape, though nothing had changed in the last few hours. But still... what if Jonas was right? What if someone else was actually here, hiding out somewhere on this deserted island? I shivered. Could that really be possible?

That night, I barely slept. I kept tossing and turning, imagining shadows outside the lighthouse, someone creeping around in the dark.