Irving Williams and the Lighthouse Ghost--Part 10
I am continuing my experiment.I am working on a new book, while also writing this story. I am writing this story without an outline and putting up the story as I finish each part. I am enjoying getting to know these characters and setting. Click here for part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9
Each part is roughly 500-750 words. I write 2-3 pages in Word and then post them here. Thank you those that have mentioned they are liking the story. It means a lot.
Irving came into the house soaked. He covered his head with his beach towel.
The rest of the family was drenched. Lucas was crying because his beach day was cut short.
His mother tried to quiet him down. “Shh! Shh! It will be all right. We have several more days that we can go to the beach. Plus, you got to be out there today for several hours anyway. I wouldn’t be surprised if you got sunburned anyway,” she rubbed his head with a dry towel as she walked him into the kitchen.
Irving’s father opened the front door, the deluge of rain made an awful noise into the opening of the house, he was helping his mother into the house. Carrie walked in with them. She shivered at the cold.
Irving’s grandfather was the last to enter the house. “Wow! That storm certainly came out of nowhere.” He shook his head and water drops went everywhere.
The family got dried off and ate an early supper in the kitchen. The storm continued through the late afternoon and into the early evening.
The rain slowed to a drizzle, and then just a few drops. The family was laying around the large family room. Irving’s grandparents were lounging in their favorite chairs. Carrie was texting on her phone, laying on a sofa. Irving laid on the floor looking at a comic book on his Kindle. “Oh, look it stopped raining,” said Irving’s grandfather. “I think I’m going to head up to the lighthouse to see if they need me up there. Anybody want to go with me?”
“Not in this mess. It may have stopped raining but the ground is soaking wet,” replied Irving’s dad.
“Oh, where’s your fun George?” Irving’s grandfather replied.
“I’ll go with you,” Irving replied.
Mr. Williams clapped his hands, “There we go!” And he waited for any other takers to go with him. He clapped one more time and then patted Irving on the back. “Let’s go Irving!”
A few minutes later they sitting in Mr. Williams car. He picked up his cell phone and made a call. “Derwin? Hey, it’s Grant. Alec told me and Irving that he wanted to go with us to the lighthouse. Is it okay that I swing by and pick him up?” Mr. Williams waited for the response. “Ok, great. We’ll be over in a few minutes to pick him up.” He paused, “Yes, I’m glad it stopped raining as well. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” And then he hung up the phone.
A few minutes later, Mr. Williams pulled his car into a driveway, of a two floor house, with green siding. Alec walked out of the front door, he was carrying his backpack. He turned and waved to his grandfather. Mr. Williams rolled down his car window, “Hey Derwin! We’ll have him home by 9. Call me on my cell phone if you need him any earlier.” Alec's grandfather Derwin waved back, Alec got into the backseat of the car. “Okay, I brought my regular camera and my video camera. He unzipped his bag and pulled them out.” He handed them to Irving and Mr. Williams to inspect.
“Thanks, these look great Alec!” Mr. Williams replied. Mr. Williams turned the car on, and pulled out of the driveway and drove to the lighthouse. Ten minutes later they pulled into the parking lot for the lighthouse. The parking lot was a little more full than usual for Tuesday. When it rained more people would come visit a place that they could get out of the rain. They got out of the car, Alec carried his bag.
“Hey Mr. Williams!” said a woman in a staff shirt.
“Hey Bridgette!” Mr. Williams waved and kept walking.
There was a line of people waiting to get into the lighthouse. Mr. Williams led the boys past the line and into another building beside the lighthouse. The building was small, made of wood and painted brown. “Hey Mr. Williams, bring some helpers with you today?” said a man with a large mustache.
“Yes, Alvin, this is my grandson Irving, and this is Alec, a friend of the family.” Mr. Williams turned to the boys, “Guys this is Mr. Burgess. He’s in charge around here.”
“Hi, Mr. Burgess,” the boys replied. “I thought they could see what the lighthouse looks like from the inside when there is no one else around.”
“That’s fine with me,” Mr. Burgess replied. “Just keep the lighthouse clean.”
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