Irving Williams and the Lighthouse Ghost-Part 16-- Return to the Lighthouse

My experiment continues. 

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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Part 16 Return to the lighthouse

“That certainly was a great dessert. I love chocolate sundaes!” Irving’s grandmother smiled. “Don’t you Lucas?” She leaned over the table and tickled him in the stomach. 

He squealed. 

The family sat around the kitchen table enjoy Mrs. Williams homemade ice cream sundaes. Irving dug into the bottom of his glass to get the remaining parts of his sundae.  He made noises with the glass as the spoon did its work. 

Irving’s grandfather leaned back in his chair, “Yes, honey those are great!” His grandmother got up and picked up the glasses and took them to the sink. His grandfather sat up in his chair, leaned across the table and hit Irving in the shoulder. “Come on with me,” he said and he took off with purpose. 

His grandfather took him into his study, “I should have brought this with us the first time.” He showed a very professional and expensive looking microphone. It had a fuzzy wind sock, and was heavy in his grandfather’s hands. “I can record some excellent sounds with this bad boy.” He swung it around like a sword. “I can record sounds with this and then I hope when we come back we will be able to hear voices or sounds that we couldn’t hear when we were there.” 

Irving took the microphone out of his grandfather’s hand, “I think Alec is going to be every excited to see this.” 

A half-hour later they picked up Alec and headed to the lighthouse.  They pulled into the parking lot and headed to the office. 

“You guys back again?” said Mr. Burgess, the person in charge of the lighthouse. 

“The boys had a great time the other night. So thank you for letting us hang out again,” Irving’s grandfather said. 

“Of course, just make sure again that you keep the place clean.”

 A few minutes later they were unpacking their equipment inside the lighthouse. Mr. Williams put his video and regular camera on the floor. He reached into his bag, “I think you’ll be interested to see this,” he said to Alec. He pulled out the microphone and handed it to Alec. 

“Cool,” Alec responded. He waved it around and tapped the end of it. “What are we going to use this for? Won’t the microphones on the camera work?”

 “This is clearly is a better microphone, I am hoping to possibly hear something that we can’t hear without own ears, something that we possibly didn’t catch when we are running around here.” Mr. Williams stood up and closed the door to the lighthouse. “I figured this time around we should split up,” said Mr. Williams. 

Irving’s stomach sank. 

“Why?” Irving asked, his voice cracked. 

“The lighthouse isn’t that big, maybe if we have our recording equipment in different places we may have a better chance of getting something,” Mr. Williams replied. 

“But what happens when we actually see the ghost?” said Alec. 

Mr. Williams paused and thought for a moment, “You’re right, this can be very scary.” 

“Well, I don’t think it’s that scary,” Alec replied, trying to make himself more brave than we was. 

“I guess that’s right. I don’t need you running down the stairs and hurting yourself if you see it,” said Mr. Williams. 

“We’re not going to fall down the stairs,” replied Irving. 

Mr. Williams laughed, “I seemed to remember the both of you screaming at the top of your lungs.” He continued to laugh. “Let’s put the video camera at the top of the stairs and have it point down to the bottom here. We’ll set microphone up here at the bottom. And one of you can hold the camera and take pictures as needed.” 

It took a few minutes to travel to the top of the lighthouse, to get the camera set up and recording. The three  walked out onto the outside walkway and looked out at the ocean. “I always love this view,” said Mr. Williams. And they listened to the sounds of the ocean. 

BAM! 

Irving and Alec jumped.  

The sound came from within the lighthouse. 

Mr. Williams smiled, leaned into the boys and said, “Don’t be scared. But let’s go see our ghost.”