Irving Williams and the Lighthouse Ghost part 12-The Noises at the Bottom of the Stairs
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I am working on a new book, while also writing this story. This is probably going to be a chapter book for elementary students, think Goosebumps.
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. I am also doing this to prove to myself that a story can be written quickly and without an outline.
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Each part is roughly 500-750 words. I write 2-3 pages in Word and then post them here.
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Part 12
Even with the lights on, dusk made the lighthouse dimmer than was just a few minutes before. Mr. Williams led Irving and Alec back inside to the lighthouse. The banging nose stopped.
“Hello!” shouted Mr. Williams. Irving and Alec both held up their cameras, both cameras shook as they aimed at the area where the noise came from.
“Hello!” shouted Mr. Williams a second time. He took a few steps down the stairs. He turned and waved Irving and Alec to follow him. Mr. Williams walked several more steps down the spiral staircase of the lighthouse. The boys followed with their shaking cameras.
BAM!
Irving and Alec almost dropped their cameras. The sound came from down at the bottom of the lighthouse.
Mr. Williams leaned over the railing and shouted, “Mr. Jackson? Is that you?”
BOOM! Came a noise from the bottom of the staircase.
Then lighthouse went dark.
Irving and Alec screamed at the top of their lungs. They didn’t run, they were too frozen in fear. “Boys! Quiet! I am right here!” Mr. Williams scolded them. After several moans they settled down. Mr. Williams pulled out a small flashlight out of his pocket.
“That flashlight makes it even creepier,” whispered Irving.
“Be quiet,” Mr. Williams replied. “Now, follow me, let’s get down there and see what is making that noise.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that,” Irving whispered. They had 150 steps to get to the bottom of the lighthouse. Mr. Williams took it slow with each step. Their footsteps echoing as they walked.
“Mr. Jackson? Is that you? We mean you no harm.” Mr. Williams said, as he got closer to the bottom of the lighthouse. This time there was no response.
They kept walking slowly down the stairs, their footsteps continuing to echo. Their cameras still shaking.
When they were twenty feet above the bottom of the lighthouse, Mr. Williams leaned over the rail once more, “Mr. Jackson? Is that you?”
Suddenly the sound of a table being thrown to the floor and papers scattering came from below. A laugh emanated from the bottom of the stairs. And then suddenly the lights came back on.
“What the?” Irving said in shock.
Down below them the table with the fliers for the visitors was turned over and the papers were scattered all over the floor. Mr. Williams began running down the stairs. He paused to look at the papers and the turned over table, then he ran to the door of the lighthouse flung it opened and looked to his left and his right. He turned around and came back in.
He looked at Irving and Alec, “I didn’t see anyone outside.” Pointing to the cameras they were still holding, “Please tell me you got that.”