Jonathan stood there for a second, seemingly paralyzed. Then, very suddenly, he jumped up and ran over to his closet. He rummaged through a couple of shelves rigorously, before coming across a pair of binoculars. He exited the closet (leaving a mess), and returned to the window. He focused his binoculars on the lighthouse.
He searched for the familiar figure. A few seconds went by before realizing that nobody was there. He lowered his binoculars, and took another look. His eyebrows furrowed and he squinted furthermore and the lighthouse in search of the person he'd seen.
Where'd he gone? He wasn't imagining things, was he?
"Jonathan, come eat dinner!" A familiar voice hollered from downstairs. Jonathan obeyed, and hopped down the stairs. They creaked with every step.
He sat at the table with his parents, only eating a little bit.
"Why aren't you eating?" His mom asked with a concerned tone.
"I'm not hungry. I have a little bit of a stomach ache." He lied.
His parents then excused him. "Go up to your room and lay down for a bit. I'm sure you'll be better in a couple hours."
He hopped up the stairs and jumped out the window, then walked towards the front of the porch and grabbed a bike.
He biked towards the lighthouse. He was determined to figure out who that man was. He didn't get a very good look at the guy, but he had picked up a weird, spooky vibe from him. From a distance, even.
When he arrived at the lighthouse, he hid his bike behind a bush so that nobody would steal it, or so that nobody could be aware of his presence inside of the lighthouse. After all, nobody was allowed inside.
He walked over to the door, and gave the knob a quick turn before attempting to pull it open.
Of course, it didn't budge. Why would it have, really? He was sure there was no way to enter the lighthouse, regardless. Everything is probably locked; after all, the building had been abandoned for many years...
He let out a sigh, and stepped back to take a look at the lighthouse again. Maybe it was for the better; he could've gotten hurt. What if the guy he'd caught a glimpse of was a serial killer? He'll never know, I guess.
Then, Jonathan noticed something. A window. It was narrow, small, and pretty high put, but he might be able to get through it.
He attempted to climb through the window multiple times before turning out successful.
He was careful falling into the lighthouse. He didn't want to make a loud noise and cause suspicions.
He fell and landed his feet on the floor. They made a small thud sound. Jonathan looked up and his facial expression quickly changed from blah blah to blah blah.
There, standing infront of him, was a chair. Sitting on that chair was a man. He sported a bushy mustache and a short goatee. His hair was nicely combed. He wore a white tuxedo, and carried a cardboard bowl that read "Kentucky Fried Chicken."
"It's finger lickin' good," he said, before walking towards Jonathan.
Jonathan never returned home.
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