A light from the hallway went on.
The edges of the door glowed amber.
The image seared into my head and, like pieces in a puzzle, it slowly fit together with another image that came shooting out of my memory.
My dream. This was my dream. My breath caught in my throat as all the puzzle pieces found each other. The round room, the porthole, the light outside of the door. Sure, I wasn’t standing in a nightgown and barefoot, but it was the same place. It wasn’t possible by any earthly means, and yet…
I wasn’t sure what it meant either. Things were the same but different. Was it going to follow the direction of my dreams? Was the door going to open with some black, shadowy menace enveloping me into certain death? Was the man in my dreams Old Roddy?
Or Dex?
Maybe, I thought quickly, this was a dream. That thought gave me a bit of courage.
I swallowed hard and walked over to the door. I listened. I couldn’t hear a thing from the hallway.
I grabbed the knob and tried to turn it.
It wouldn’t turn. It was stuck.
I yanked on the door, panic rising from the floor. I started throttling the thing, my hands sweaty and slipping. This was my nightmare. My worst nightmare was coming true. I was locked inside. Someone, something, had locked me inside.
“Dex!” I screamed, and started banging on the door. “Please, someone, anyone, let me out, please! Pleeeeeease!” I screamed that last word, loud and shrill, hurting my own ears. Screaming seemed like the only thing I could do.
I screamed again and hurled myself at the door, even though it opened from the inside. My camera swung from my neck and smashed against it but I didn’t care. I had to get out. I put both hands on the knob and pulled until my hands lost their grip and I flew backwards, landing on the hard floor. A pain shot out from my hipbone but I scarcely felt it.
Then everything turned black. The light outside the door disappeared and the door outline faded into the abyss.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up with icy precision. I knew something was on the other side of the door waiting, listening.
I lay on the floor watching breathlessly, my body rigid and braced for action.
The door creaked open, slowly.
At any moment I expected to see a tall, black figure appear in the doorway, make its way over to me, and smother me with its nebulous face.
I waited. The terror was indescribable.
But nothing happened.
I took a few seconds trying to mull the situation over but everything was coming up blank.
And so, propelled more by instinct then consciousness, I leaped to my feet in one go and took off like a shot.
I ran through the door without casting a glance around me. I ran down the stairs until I slipped on the turn and was launched against the slimy, weeping black wall. I had no time to be horrified at the grossness. I regained my footing and leaped over the last few steps and on to the ground floor.
I wheeled towards the open door and burst through.
BLAM!
I collided into something large and heavy. Again.
I let out a blood-curdling scream and I stumbled from the impact. I might have had an out-of-body experience at that moment. I never knew I could scream like that.
The figure was screaming back at me. I didn’t know if it was an echo or what, but I wasn’t going to wait to find out.
I scrambled on my feet, slipping a bit from the goo under my treads, and the thing reached out and steadied me.
“Perry!” I heard it say.
How did it know my name? My head reeled, my heart pounded, and all instincts still told me to run for my life.
I was about to when it shook me.
“Perry! It’s me!”
Me? Dex?
No.
In the light of the waning moon, Matt thrust his face in front of mine.
“Holy f**k, you scared the hell out of me,” he whispered, his voice cracking.
“Matt?” I asked incredulously. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? Perry, what the f**k? What are you doing here?”
“Matt?” I could hear Tony’s voice calling from upstairs. “Is that her?”
I turned and saw Tony coming down the stairs, his phone in one hand and a huge industrial-looking spotlight in the other. He saw me and let out a sigh of relief.
“Perry, thank God, I almost called dad.”
Matt put his hand on my shoulder. “What are you doing in here?”
I had a hard time composing my thoughts and my breath, so I just shook my head and gave myself a moment.
The twins stared at me, more curious than concerned.
“What were you screaming about?” Tony asked.
“Did you leave this?” I managed to ask Matt, holding up the dying flashlight and ignoring Tony’s question.
He nodded. “Yeah I put it there so Tony could find his way back downstairs. If he used that spotlight in here it would blind us all. This thing is pretty intense.”
“Huh,” I mused, not sure what to make of that. “Was that what that blinding light was?”
The twins looked at each other and shrugged.
“Ada was shining it on the lighthouse from the outside,” Matt said.
Ada. Her name sounded so sweet and familiar.
“Where is she? Is she OK?” I asked anxiously.
“She’s fine,” Tony said warily. “She and Whiz are waiting outside. Are you OK?”
“Yeah, why?”
Matt laughed. “How drunk are you? Next time you want to go exploring the lighthouse, just tell us, OK? I mean, are you f**king nuts coming here? Alone? At night? This place gives us the creeps in the daytime.”
Tony nodded. “I can tell some f**ked up stuff has gone on in here. We even get phone calls from ghost hunters and shit wanting to film it. It has a history or something.”
Ghost hunters? Filming? Suddenly it was all beginning to make some sense.
And then I remembered Dex.
“Did you see anyone else in here?” I said slowly. “Or hear anything?”
They both shook their heads.
“You didn’t even hear me yelling? For Dex?” I asked.
“I heard you screaming your head off,” Tony said. “Who’s Dex?”
I shook my head. Scratch that. Nothing made any sense at all.
“We should go back,” Tony said gently, perhaps sensing my mental fragility. I nodded, done with talking. We carefully exited the lighthouse through the broken window. I hoped I never had to step inside of that place again.