The Haunted Lighthouse

On a stormy night, a lighthouse keeper named Tom was tending to his duties. The wind howled like a banshee, and the waves crashed against the rocks with a ferocity that seemed almost supernatural. Tom had been the keeper for years, but tonight was different. The light flickered, and he felt a chill that had nothing to do with the weather. As he climbed the spiral staircase, he heard whispers echoing through the empty halls¡ªvoices of sailors long lost at sea. The door to the lantern room creaked open by itself, and there, in the dim light, he saw the ghostly figure of a woman in white. Her eyes were hollow, and she pointed to the sea. Tom followed her gaze and saw the shadow of a shipwreck, its masts broken and its crew forever trapped in the depths. The eerie silence was broken only by the sound of his own heartbeat. He knew then that the lighthouse was not just a beacon for the living, but a memorial for the dead.