Ghost

“Wake up! Doctor! You…needed…toooo…waaaaaakkkkkeeee…uuuuuupppppppp!” Janice slapping Dr. Fuckenstein’s face gently feeling as the air temperature drops fast. Seeing her own breath in front of her she tries to snuggle up closer to the doctor for warmth. Following the aftershock of the event, she was surprised by the chill in the air had dropped so fast.

Thunderstorms have rolled past as a light misting rain falls from the open ceiling. Distant snaps of lighting in the air further north allow viewing of the broad landscape of the coast. Full moonlight shines on after the storm.

Turning to the chamber Janice sees that it didn’t open at all, and in fact, the tubes that remain connected were draining the fluids out of the chamber. She slowly gets up to find wood for the old cast iron hearth.

“Murderers!” ominous male voice echoes inside the old lighthouse.

“Dr. Fuckenstein!?” Janice turns around to see the doctor still laying down on the ground ****. Turning back figuring she must be hearing things. She rubs her arms where goosebumps begin to rise from her skin. Her hair standing up as the chill continues to grow within the building.

“You killed me!” again the ominous male voice echoed throughout the old lighthouse.

Janice jumps around looking to see nothing has changed. She shouts out “Who’s there?”

“Your prisoner!” the ominous male voice echoes. A bright white light floats down near the chamber. Heading in the direction of Janice slowly it transforms into a ghost.

Janice at the time had nothing nearby to handle herself and remained defenseless as it slowly grew into a human form revealing Bob. Fear and curiosity filled her mind knowing that the chamber had killed him and a large amount of energy had created an aberration.

Bob points his finger up directly at her “You will pay!” He runs straight through her before disappearing.

Janice turns around to see she is standing by the firewood and picks some up. It is time to devise a plan to remove Bob and warm up too.