Lighthouse Fantasy

By Mary Suzanne

Around midnight, he placed the book on the table and stretched languidly. Suddenly, he heard what he thought were female voices. These were the same voices he had heard while he slept that day.
The enchanting sound held him in a spellbound state and he couldn’t move waiting to hear more. There was something so sweet and alluring about the tones, he felt in almost a hypnotic state.
He shook his head to clear it, but it didn’t help. What’s wrong with me? Now I’m hearing voices. I guess I’ve been alone far too long in this deserted stretch of coastline.
Lance picked up his book again, but he couldn’t concentrate. He again placed his book aside and walked over to the window, glancing down toward the sand dunes.
It was so dark with only the occasional light from the lighthouse lighting the sand. The scarce lighting let Lance see only a portion of the beach.
Something moved down below causing the sand to swirl into the evening breeze. He narrowed his eyes to get a better look. “What in the hell is that?” He spoke out loud.
What he saw both excited and frightened him. This couldn’t be possible his thoughts were spinning as he continued to watch.
Dancing in the sandy soil while singing their sweet melodious song were two women with long chestnut colored hair trailing down their backs. The lustrous sheen of it almost blinded him. The sheer dresses they wore reached to their ankles and he noted they didn’t have any shoes on.
This was an oddly appealing scene. A scene he had never witnessed before but held his attention like a magnet. He couldn’t look away from the enchanting sight.
The women continued to dance while their voices floated up to where he stood watching. Something held him spellbound and he couldn’t move.
A sudden thought struck Lance. Could these two women be the ghosts everyone talked about that were haunting the lighthouse? If so, they certainly looked real to him; certainly not apparitions.
The curves the women possessed showed clearly through the white flowing transparent covering of their dresses. A thought ran through his head. Why do they bother wearing anything when a person can see every delicate curve and intimate part they possess?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mary Suzanne
• Release date: Apr 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370078776

Mary Suzanne

Mary Suzanne writes a story feeling the hero and heroine’s pain, happiness and joy over their relationship. It she is able to transport a person from their every day existence to another realm in time; then she has succeeded in giving something special to her readers.Currently there are 99 e-books ready for purchase at Smashwords.com and othet distributors.

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Lighthouse Fantasy

Copyright 2018 by Mary Suzanne

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Chapter One

Dark shadows filled the barren grounds surrounding the lighthouse, looking deserted on the long stretch of beach front coastline. The only lit area was the beacon of light shining out onto the choppy waters of the Atlantic, blinking off and on to guide ships in the night. The occasional muffled sound of a horn could be heard in the distance.

There wasn’t another human for miles as Lance stood at the edge of the water listening to the haunting sound of the ships horn wondering where the vessel was headed and how many passengers were aboard.

Cape Lookout stood out with white and black paint showing a diamond checkered pattern on the long narrow tubular building reaching high into the sky. It had a regal appearance standing tall along the water line. There were many lighthouses along the shores of the Atlantic, but this one stood out from all the rest.

The continuous washing up of waves on the sandy beach caused erosion to settle in next to the giant structure, but this didn’t detract from its magnificence. Lance knew that someday the beautiful building would need an overhaul in keeping it majestic.

This was one of the lighthouses among a group of four owned and run by the U. S. Coast Guard, and was where Lance Jergens found employment.

It was a lonely job, but for the time being this was the only employment available to a young man without too many personal ties. He felt grateful when he was hired.

Lance narrowed his eyes again to see out into the black ocean trying to spot the ship that belonged to the horn blasting across the waves. Most of the time, he couldn’t see any ocean traffic on foggy nights.

The mist that covered the area for miles covered his skin with its moistness. The fog managed to create an eerie atmosphere to the entire region.

His thoughts drifted to the story and how the history of the Cape was passed down through the ages. Eventually the