The Curse of Lighthouse Keepers

Authors Note: this is my first story ever, so please be patient

Prologue

From what I know stories never appear from nowhere. They've either where or will take place sooner or later. That's why I'm rather inclined to thinking that somewhere, hidden in the sands of time that lay under the ocean of memories you can find the memorandum of the story that I'd like to tell you. Look! There it is. Its cover is worn and covered in seaweed so that its authors name cannot be read. The shabby yellow pages of it crumble from the slightest movement of the sand and you can see that most of them are thorn. But the words that remain shall be the basis of my story and the building material of it will be your imagination.

It was 19**. The world was trying to heal its wounds from the past decade of war and so did its inhabitants. Free from the cage of fear they finally started to fill the emptiness in their hearts and the sparkle of hope that was lost for nearly a decade returned to its owners. And it was then that our story took place.

Far away, in peninsula of Brittany lays the lighthouse called Tevennec: the only witness of our story and thus the only suspect in all the tragedies that happened among its walls. How many men went insane among them? How many died? And how many more deaths will they see before time will sentence them to decay.

Unfortunately our hero never believed in stories about it. Willing to find solitude and get a place to live he agreed to become the lighthouse keeper of Tevennec.

The day when he arrived to the lighthouse was cold yet sunny which made him feel more confident of his thoughts that all the stories about it were made up.

He was wrong.