One is the loneliest number you’ve ever seen...

Up top, Bob watches as Janice scrambles around trying to warm up the joint. He also notices that the doctor who had only temporarily delayed his **** has woken up. Much to his dissatisfaction of this revelation, he continues to watch waiting for his move.

A chilling wind is blowing in from the back side of the storm. Entering the old lighthouse building from above. Bob swirls around creating a tornado of activity above.

Faster!

Faster!

The wind whips around sending the staircase above to twist and loosen off the nuts and bolts holding them. Going further down creating more cool air to whip around the building. More cool air pushes down the hot air from below.

“Look out!” Janice shouts noticing the tornado of wind blowing above getting larger. She moves the Doctor to a side room by sliding open a heavy metal door. Rushing in as the heat vanished from the building. The chamber and machinery disconnected started to lift off swirling dangerously around the room. She closes the door just as the chamber strikes the door leaving large damage to the door. Denting it inward and leaving a mark in the process.

“**** and destruction!” Bob screams wildly swirly around the old lighthouse breaking windows and doors. The door protecting the Doctor and Janice is struck once more by the chamber breaking it down leaving Janice and the Doctor exposed to the extremely dangerous Bob.

Electrical sparks run rampant around the swirl starting a fire within the tornado walls.

“you're dead!” Bob screams like a maniac as the tornado moves toward them.

The old lighthouse has stood for decades as a shining temple for ships coming into the nearby village. Shining through to the far reaches out into the sea. A beacon of light and promise for all to find civilization once more.

A new lighthouse had been built closer to the village that had been updated with a brighter light closing the old lighthouse for years to come. When by chance a young doctor with a wildly imaginative mind noticed the quaint deserted building and found his solace within. He quickly hired a nearby village girl he fancied to assist him in his experiments and to give comfort to the local villages in the area.

Years past as he gained a reputation for being a good local doctor with a mysterious life. Gossip ran rampant as to what he was doing within the old lighthouse, but none complained of his work. He helped when duty had called.

With the chance to save a man from **** to run his experiments. Promising to improve the nature of this man he was given the opportunity to create a buzz within the communities.

The following of the storm that passed through the village nearby looked toward where the old lighthouse stood and saw nothing, but flat land and crumbled stone. Rumors were bound to spread as to what happened to Dr. Fuckenstein, Janice, and Bob.

At night some say they hear laughter and sorrow run rampant in the fields where the old lighthouse once stood. Others believe it is the wind playing with minds.

A ghost story is only as good as the story teller’s imagination.