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The Haunted Lighthouse Story for Children

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The wind howled as the boat rocked on the waves. Emma looked out at the endless ocean, feeling small. She was on a weekend trip with her friends, heading to an island with an old lighthouse. It had been abandoned for years, but people said it was haunted.

 

Some believed the lighthouse keeper had gone mad after his wife disappeared. Others said her ghost still waited for him. Emma didn’t believe in ghosts, but exploring the lighthouse sounded exciting.

As they arrived, the wind grew stronger. The sky was gray and purple, with dark clouds rolling in. The lighthouse stood tall on a cliff, looking eerie against the stormy sky.

“We’re here!” Ryan, Emma’s friend, shouted as he stepped off the boat. “Perfect for a ghost hunt!”

“Perfect for an adventure,” Emma agreed, though she felt a shiver down her spine.

They climbed the rocky path to the lighthouse. The salty air was thick, and the waves crashed loudly below. When they reached the door, Ryan pushed it open with a loud creak.

Inside, the air was stale and smelled of mildew. Dust covered the walls, and rusty lanterns hung from the ceiling. A spiral staircase twisted up into the darkness.

“This place is huge,” Sarah said. “Creepy, but beautiful.”

Emma nodded. “I bet it has a lot of secrets.”

They started exploring. Ryan found an old journal, its pages yellowed with age. It belonged to the lighthouse keeper. He had written about his loneliness and his endless search for his missing wife.

“They say she drowned,” Ryan said quietly. “He couldn’t accept it and stayed here, waiting for her.”

“That’s so sad,” Emma whispered. “But why do people think it’s haunted?”

Ryan shrugged. “Maybe people just like telling ghost stories.”

They climbed to the top of the lighthouse. The view was breathtaking—an endless ocean stretching in every direction. The storm was stronger now, and waves crashed against the rocks below.

Then, the door behind them slammed shut.

“Did anyone close that?” Emma asked, her voice shaky.

“No,” Ryan said, his eyes wide. “It shut by itself.”

The air grew colder. Emma felt as if something was watching them.

“Let’s get out of here,” Sarah said, looking nervous.

They hurried down the stairs, but as they reached the bottom, Emma heard something. A whisper. It was soft, almost like the wind.

“Did you hear that?” she asked, heart pounding.

Ryan and Sarah looked confused. “Hear what?”

“A voice,” Emma said. It was coming from the corner of the room. A soft, ghostly whisper.

“Stop joking,” Ryan said. “There’s no one here but us.”

But Emma wasn’t sure. She stepped closer, and suddenly, the temperature dropped even more. She could see her breath in the air. The whisper grew louder.

“Come to me…”

Emma froze. The voice was real. It was close.

Before she could move, the lighthouse groaned as if it was alive. The floor creaked, and the walls shook. The lights flickered and went out.

“What’s happening?” Sarah screamed.

The whispers grew louder. “Come to me… come to me…”

Emma grabbed her friends, but they stood frozen, eyes wide with fear.

“Run!” she shouted.

But before they could, the door slammed shut. Ryan yanked the handle, but it wouldn’t open.

“Help! We’re trapped!” he yelled, banging on the door.

The room grew even colder. Emma’s breath came out in foggy puffs. Then, the whispers stopped.

A sound, like footsteps, echoed behind them.

Slowly, they turned.

A figure appeared from the shadows. It was a woman in a long, wet dress. Her tangled hair dripped with water, and her eyes were dark, empty pits.

“Who are you?” Emma whispered, trembling.

The woman didn’t answer. She stepped forward without making a sound. The cold grew unbearable.

“Please,” Sarah begged. “We didn’t mean to disturb you. Let us go.”

The woman stood still, staring with her hollow eyes.

Suddenly, the lighthouse shook. The lights flickered.

“Get out! Get out!” the woman hissed, her voice like the wind.

The door flew open.

Emma grabbed her friends and ran. They rushed down the rocky path, not stopping until they reached the boat. As they sailed away, Emma looked back.

The lighthouse lights flickered. In the window, she saw the woman watching them.

They never spoke of that night again.

But Emma knew one thing—the ghost of the lighthouse keeper’s wife was real.

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