TITLE: All Along The Watch-Tower
AUTHOR: Jenna (aka DDIS2Hot / XFMnS4Ever)
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CATEGORY: CASEFILE; MSR; MT/SC; ANGST
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SUMMARY: The ghost of Sequin Island Lighthouse
AUTHOR’S NOTES / THANKS: This fic was written for the VS10
“Rainy Day Theme.” A “fishsmacking”
big thanks to the great MT-groupies at
Mulder’s Refuge. You guys are the best!
Special thanks to Obfusc8er and Vickie
Moseley for the beta jobs, and to
Humbuggie for the title suggestion. 😉
More author’s notes at the end.
Sequin Island Lighthouse
Thursday, April 4, 2003
The opalescent moonlight sifted through the cloudy sky on the
beach below. “Carson, what are you doing? We could get caught.
This property is off limits. I saw a ‘No Trespassing Sign’ back
“Oh, come on baby, let’s live a little. Besides, we won’t
get this far north again for a long time,” he said nuzzling her
into the crook of his arm.
As they walked along the beach, they could see the lantern
sweeping across the rough, pounding waves. Suddenly he let her go
and started running. “Race you. Last one there’s a rotten egg.”
“Carson! Where are you going?” she yelled at his retreating
“Follow me and you’ll find out!” as he dashed off in a
sprint across the grainy, wet sand.
She ran across the beach, following him until they reached the
door of the abandoned lighthouse. Reaching into his backpack, that
carried everything they needed that night, he pulled out a pair of
wire cutters and began to cut the lock on the door. “Carson! We
can’t go in there! What if we get caught in this place?”
“Jaden, baby, it’s going on midnight. There’s nobody around. No
going to catch us doing *anything*,” he purred, raising his
eyebrows in amusement.
The hinges creaked violently as the door was forced open. Before
entering the abandoned lighthouse, Jaden reached down into the
backpack and pulled out the two flashlights she had thankfully
remembered to pack. “Here. You’re going to need this.”
As he clicked the flashlight switch, the darkness was quickly
illuminated and revealed cobwebs strung from the floor to the
ceiling of the grand room. Walking carefully into the room, they
saw old furniture covered by dusty white sheets, including one
tall skinny piece in particular. She pulled back the sheet to
reveal an old upright Baby Grand, which was in fairly good
condition from its looks. In fact, it almost looked new except for
the keys, which looked worn with extreme use. She gently stroked
the keys and the melody coming from them was still in perfect
pitch after all the years that had passed. “Weird,” she breathed.
“I wonder what’s upstairs?” he asked, grabbing her arm and
dragging her along before she had a chance to protest. She forgot
all about the piano as they ascended the stairs, and wondered what
wait for them above. Reaching the lantern room, he cut the chain
and opened the door to walk out onto the balcony overlooking the
deep blue ocean.
“Carson, isn’t this just beautiful?” she cooed, kissing his cheek
softly as he gazed across the crashing waves.
Turning to reach for his lips, she noticed a faint glimpse of
angry in his eyes. “Carson, baby, what is the matter?”
“Nothing,” he stated crossly.
“Did you hear that?” “Did I hear what?” he queried.
“That noise. Listen, there it is again.”
“Jaden, I don’t hear a damn thing.”
“Carson, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you getting so
upset? Honey, I didn’t do anything,” she said defensively.
“Nothing. Let’s just get out of here.”
As she readied herself to turn and lead them back to the steps, a
sharp blow to her hindlegs caused her to fall forward and tumble
through the unstable balcony railing, down to beach below. A few
seconds passed before her husband realized she was missing.
“Jaden? Honey, where are you? Please answer me. Please?!” As he
looked over the edge of the railing and saw his wife below, he
felt someone shove him from behind and he followed her into the
dark abyss below.
Friday, April 5, 2003
She walked into the office, glancing at his still form. He was
sitting at his desk with his feet propped up on the edge, perusing
the front page section of the Washington Post. She couldn’t see
his face, but the scent he had chosen to wear this morning
permeated her senses and made her weak in the knees. “Good
morning, Mulder,” she stammered, not yet seeing him.
“Oh, good morning Scully,” jerking his feet down off the desk like
he had been caught doing something wrong.
“Is there any…?” she groused, until she looked up and saw he had
dropped the paper. “Mulder, my God…,” she breathed.
“What?” he asked with alarm in his voice.
“Nothing. Never mind,” she smiled slightly and tried to regain her
composure. He quirked his eyebrows and turned to pick up his
coffee cup. “Your cup clean? I’ll bring you back some coffee.”
As he walked out the door, she shook her head in wonderment at how
well they knew each other. They had worked together for many
years, and it was always the same. They could always tell what the
other was thinking. People in the ‘bullpen’ upstairs weren’t far
from the truth when they called them Mr. and Mrs. Spooky. Her
thoughts began to stray back to how he had looked this morning
when she arrived. He had worn his dark blue slacks with his
standard black FBI dress shoes, but what she really focused on was
how he had carelessly strewn his jacket across the back of his
chair and was wearing his sleeves rolled up and had his wire-
rimmed glasses perched upon his nose. She had always been such a
sucker for those glasses.
Minutes had passed, but being lost in her thoughts she didn’t
notice until she felt him shake her arm. “Scully. Hello. Earth to
“Huh..what?” her face a little flushed from her thoughts.
“Where on Earth were you at just now?” he asked grinning.
“Oh, no where Mulder. Did you get my coffee?”
“Yes, and this from Skinner. It’ll make your toes curl,” he said,
handing her the memo and casefile. “He said they put this casefile
She flipped open the casefile and began to take in the
information. “When did this happen?”
“Skinner said it happened late last night. Someone found the
bodies next to the lighthouse early this morning.”
“Who found them?”, she asked, glancing up from the pictures.
“An older couple who own the land around the lighthouse stumbled
on them this morning. From every indication, it looks as though
Carson and Jaden Clark committed suicide from the way their
bodies were found at the scene.”
“Do I detect a hint of skepticism in your voice, Mulder?” she
“Well, yes.” he replied sheepishly. As he began to pace about the
room, she became enthralled with studying the photographs of the
scene once more. “Scully, don’t you find it a little too
convenient that they landed exactly as they did from a jump that
high? Not to mention, they had no motive.” he asked, breathing
softly near her ear.
She sucked in a ragged breath and her head jerked toward him,
their lips merely inches apart. “God Mulder, what is *it* with you
today? You scared me to death! Don’t walk up behind me like that.”
“Sorry,” he said, backing slowly away from her. “Skinner had
Kimberly get us plane tickets. He wants us in Maine in the next
few hours. This case could turn into a circus. Especially if the
story I’ve heard gets out.”
She regarded him suspiciously. “What story, Mulder?”
“Well from what I’ve heard, the lighthouse this ‘supposed’ suicide
took place at is haunted.”
“Haunted?” She whipped her head up from the file, giving him an
look of incredulity.
“Yes, haunted,” he stated matter-of-factly. “There was a story
that goes a few years back where one of the lighthouse keeper’s
had recently married. The lighthouse is in an ‘out of the way’
area, so to speak. The story is his wife played the same song
over and over again because it’s all she knew, and the husband
axed her to death and then turned the ax to the piano.”
“Please don’t tell me the locals claim to hear her ghost playing
the piano,” she snorted.
Holding his coffee in one hand, he placed a hand across his heart
and gave a mock smirk. “You know me so well, Scully. It’s almost
scary sometimes how we really know one another.”
“Well, since Skinner is the one to give us this case, I guess we
better head out now,” grabbing her brief case and stuffing the
last two casefiles in. “I’ll wash out our coffee cups while you
gather your stuff,” her shoes clicking softly against the floor on
her way out the door.
A few minutes later, she returned with her lipstick refreshed,
hair smoothed and all put back together. “Ready?”
“Yes, I’ve already called Darlene upstairs and had her call ahead
and requisition us a car at the Portland Bureau.” Placing on his
suit jacket, he walked towards her and lowered his hand to his
accustomed spot low on her back, guiding her towards the door.
Portland Field Office
Friday, April 5, 2003
Standing from his chair, the young agent shook Mulder’s hand with
a firm grasp. “Hello Agent Mulder, I’m Agent Groader. A.D.
Skinner said you were coming, but I didn’t think you would be here
so soon.” Agent Groader walked around from behind his desk,
staring down the corridor outside his office door.
Getting angry with his apparent disinterest in their quick
response to get to the crime scene, he asked with disdain, “You
waiting for someone, Agent Groader?”
“Uh, sorry. I understood that you were to have a partner with
you. I wouldn’t mind helping you out on this case, but we’re a
little shorthanded. We have some folks out sick this week,” he
“My partner is parking the car. She will be here in a second.”
He glanced around and found Scully choosing to make her appearance
at that moment. She looked angry, which made her hair framing her
face look much more attractive. He chanced a small smile at the
younger agent. “Here she comes now.”
“Damn, what kind of place is this where you have to park a country
mile?” she huffed. She stopped herself from going any further
when Mulder pointed in the direction of the other person in the
“Scully, this is Agent Groader.”
She offered her hand. “Ah sorry, nice to meet you.”
He took her hand cautiously and gripped it, letting it slide out
of his own quickly. “Yes, hello.” He quickly turned his
attention back to Mulder. He turned to pick up the file from his
desk. “Here’s the case file. I thought you might like some time
to go over the case before you head out to the site. We’ve
set aside a room back here with all the evidence at your disposal
including the pictures of the scene.” He left them to go about
Portland Field Office
Friday, April 5, 2003
He looked over at Scully, who had laid her head in the crook of
her arm 30 minutes earlier, worn down from the long night before.
He didn’t have the heart to wake her, but they needed to eat
something and head on to the lighthouse. He softly fingered the
wisp of hair that had covered over her eyes and tucked it behind
She stirred slowly at his touch and raised her head, gracing him
with a 1000 watt smile. “Sorry I fell asleep and left you with
all this,” she murmured.
“Ah, that’s okay. You needed to rest after everything that
happened about the Styler case this week.” Sighing, he stood up
and shoved away from the table. “I hate the way we have these
back to back cases without a break.” He paused for a second and
maneuvered until he was standing back behind her at the table.
Reaching his hands out, he began to knead her shoulders and she
sighed in contentment, leaning further back into his skillful
hands. “I don’t mind it so much for me, but I don’t like it all
for you, Scully.”
He spoke with a controlled fury. “Do NOT say that, Scully. This
last case did a number on you, and you know and I know it.”
She jerked away from his hands and twirled in her chair. “Mulder,
I said I am fine. I’m just a little tired.”
He sighed, shaking his head in disgust and moved away thrust the
files in his briefcase. “Let’s go Scully. We need to eat
something before we get to the crime scene.”
Realizing he was miffed, she gathered the autopsy reports and
turned to follow him out the door. The silence between them was
Sequin Island Lighthouse
Friday, April 5, 2003
It had been a long day. They had went over the casefiles for
hours, stitching together theories and motives of the three
couples that had committed suicides. There were no apparent
reasons behind their suicides at the lighthouse. To make matters
worse, the drive up the coast had been wrought with palpable
tension between them. She was glad when they finally arrived
at the crime scene, albeit late at night. She didn’t think
she could take much more of the silent treatment from him.
However, due to the most recent high profile suicide at
the lighthouse, that afternoon A.D. Skinner had urged them
to get to the lighthouse no matter the time of day.
They stepped over the fencing that protected the sand barrier from
erosion. She began to walk in step with him, trying to keep up
with his fast pace. “Mulder slow down please! We need to talk.”
He turned and examined her face closely. “About what, Scully? I
think you made it perfectly clear that there is nothing wrong with
you…that you were ‘fine’.” The word rolled off his tongue like
Her hair fell covering her face, but he noticed the fresh tears as
they began their descent down her face. “I’m sorry,” she
murmured. She reached up to wipe them away, but his hand stopped
hers in mid air.
“No Scully, I’m sorry. I’ve been a real jerk today. If you’re
fine, you know it. ‘M sorry I made you upset. I just worry about
you sometimes,” he declared, wrapping her in his embrace. He
could feel her tears wetting his shirt.
“No, Mulder, you were right. That Styles case did bother me.
Even a little more than I care to admit actually.”
“I don’t care, Scully. That was no excuse for me to get angry
with you.” He palmed each side of her face and delicately kissed
away her tears on each cheek, until he reached her lips. He
waited for permission, but she moved in and captured his lips in
her own time. Suddenly, he let go of her face as he heard a
scream coming from the top of the lighthouse.
Dashing towards the lighthouse, they arrived in time to see
someone falling over the balcony above. He unholstered his weapon
and waved at her to continue around the other side of the
groundskeepers shack. When he arrived at the clearing of the beach
below, there were marks on the sand, but the body was gone.
Oblivious to the crashing waves only a few yards away, he reached
into his pocket and pulled out his miniature Mag-Lite. As he
shined it to the balcony above, his mouth gaped open in shock. An
apparent apparition, an ax in hand, stood 53 above him with an
evil smile. As he looked back down towards the beach, an erriness
surrounded him and it was one like he had never known.
Sequin Island Lighthouse
Friday, April 5, 2003
“Scully! I think you better get over here.”
She followed his muffled voice until she found him gazing down at
the marked sand on the ground.
“Take a look at this.” Her eyes followed the bright beams of his
Mag-Lite down to the sand.
“Mulder, what the hell? Someone couldn’t just fall more than 50
feet and survive. What happened to the body?”
“I don’t know, but how can you explain this?” flashing his lights
down to the marked, grainy sand once more.
“No…no I can’t, Mulder. Let’s go check inside the lighthouse.
Maybe someone pushed off whoever this was.”
They walked to the landing and found the police tape covering the
door. He took a glove from his pocket, opened the door and
entered slowly with his gun aimed and ready. Scully turned toward
the kitchen, taking the safety off her gun. Moving about the
living room, he looked down at the uncovered piano. He smiled
thoughtfully for a moment as he rubbed a gentle finger across the
wood. He remembered how Samantha used to get excited about her
piano lessons. Of course, he became bitter at the thought as soon
as he remembered the night she was taken. His father had left his
mother in charge of calling Mrs. Kalenbreckt, Samantha’s piano
teacher, to break the news that she had lost a student. His
mother had been heartbroken. He noticed the sheet music laying on
top of the piano. He pulled out the bench and sat to play, hoping
that some of his recall would come back from the times that
Samantha had tried to teach him the notes. The tune and pitch was
perfect as if someone had been to adjust it recently. The notes
continued to pour out of him.
Scully made her way to the main bedroom, which was attached
directly to the side of the lighthouse. Searching the entire
bottom floor, she found nothing out of the ordinary. She heard
the haunting sounds of music coming from the living room.
“Mulder? Is that you?” She returned to the living room to find
him sitting at the piano bench, with a far away look in his eyes.
“Mulder? I didn’t know you knew how to play the piano.”
“Yeah, Samantha taught me a little before she…”. He hung his
head in melancholy.
“I’m sorry Mulder,” she reached out to touch his shoulders.
He fled from her touch. He sighed loudly and turned to speak to
her. “I’m okay. Let’s go upstairs and see if there’s anyone here. I
thought I saw someone earlier.”
He led the way to the stairs and she joined in step behind. Once
they reached the top, he entered the lantern room alone, to ensure
no one was there. Once realizing it was safe, he lifted the door
and she climbed into the room with him. They crawled out to the
balcony in case someone was out on the other side. He figured it
was better to be safe, especially after what he had seen earlier.
Immediately sensing no danger, he stood and helped her to her
feet. They holstered their weapons and turned to glance at the
crashing waves below.
She rotated to find him staring at her with the same far away look
as earlier. “Mulder, are you sure you are okay?” she asked,
palming his cheek.
Recoiling away from her touch, he angrily spoke. “Yes, Scully. I
told you I’m fine. I really don’t want to argue with you
tonight. It’s been a long day already. There’s no one here.
Let’s just go back to the motel and get some sleep. Maybe
tomorrow will be a better day.”
“Mulder.” Her face was crestfallen and she turned back toward the
door of the lantern room. She felt something bump her legs out
from under her. Falling over the balcony, she quickly grabbed the
railing at the bottom of the lighthouse tower. Trying to pull up
was useless as her grip became weaker with each passing second.
She yelled for him, but he didn’t respond. A few seconds passed
and she stared up into his face, which had become contorted with
“Mulder! Help me up. Please, hurry I’m falling!”
Shaking the fog from his mind, he saw her barely hanging by one
hand. “Hang on Scully. Grab my hand!”
“Mulder, I can’t reach it! I can’t reach your hand!”
He stretched a little further and she grabbed on and pulled
herself up his arm. He hoisted her up above the broken railing,
only to loose his foot. She screamed as she saw him land in a
heap 53 feet below.
Sequin Island Lighthouse
Friday, April 5, 2003
She tore down the steps of the lantern room and through the
building, feeling an odd cold chill as she made her way out to his
crumpled form below. “Mulder!” When she reached him, he was
lying on his back, but wasn’t moving. Saltwater began creeping
into the indentation his body had made on impact. In fact, she
detected no breathing sounds at all. She felt for his pulse, but
found that it was very weak. She covered him with her jacket and
proceeded to call for an ambulance.
“Mulder, everything’s going to be okay. I promise you.” She
rubbed his cheek with her finger, and felt the tears as they began
falling slowly down her face.
The cascading moonlight and twinkling stars which had cast a
bright glance on the sand were now absent. She noted dark storm
clouds in the sky, and soon the rain started. She tried to shield
his body from the pelting sheets of the heavy downpour, but to
It seemed to take an eternity for the ambulance to arrive, but in
fact, had only been 25 minutes. When the EMT’s arrived, they
began to assess his Injuries quickly. His breathing was even more
shallow than before, if that was possible.
Placing him in the cervical collar and onto the backboard, one EMT
began to ask her questions. The other began to work on getting an
IV started. “Miss, how long has he been like this?”
Scully peered down to her watch and answered him. “Uh, I think
about 25 minutes, maybe a little longer. He’s going to be okay,”
her voice sounding more harsh than she intended.
“Yes Miss, he will be okay. We’re going to do everything we can.
Did you drive or do you want to ride in the ambulance with him?”
When she didn’t answer him immediately, he coaxed her. “Come on.
You can ride to the hospital and I’ll make arrangements for
someone to come back and get your car in the morning.”
They loaded him into the back of the ambulance and helped her up
beside him. The drive back to the hospital was quiet as the EMT
checked him over for injuries. The machines monitoring Mulder
began to beep and he started to flatline.
“Mulder? Damn it, Mulder, please don’t leave me now! You can’t
leave me. I forbid it!” Her grip tightened on his hand.
The EMT began gelling the paddles and yelled, “Clear!” He worked on
Mulder for several minutes. Finally, before pulling up under the
awning of the hospital emergency room, they got a response and a
pulse reading on the monitor.
Georgetown Hospital Emergency Room
Saturday April 6, 2003
After Scully had given his information for admittance, the
receptionist walked her back to the curtained area where he had
She began to break down into tears as she saw all the tubes and
lines attached to him.
Softly, the girl spoke to her. “Agent Scully, Dr. McLimore wanted
me to tell you he had to visit another patient but assured me he
would be back in a few minutes to update you on Agent Mulder’s
“Thank you. I appreciate it.” She smiled, but it was contrived
for the benefit of the young clerk. The girl took her leave as
Scully returned to his bedside and grabbed his hand, testing the
weight of it, entwining with her own. She laid her head beside
his and the tears, which she thought had been spent, began to fall
once more. She raised her head a few seconds later when she heard
the door open.
“Agent Scully, I’m Dr. McLimore,” he said, offering his hand. She
lightly gripped it, unable to bring herself to do much more.
“Nice to meet you,” she murmured. She glanced down at Mulder’s
still form on the bed. “Can you tell me how serious it is?” she
“Well, I’m not going to lie to you, Agent Scully. It doesn’t look
good. The salty ocean water the EMT’s found him in seeped into
his wound. It’s now infected. He was in shock when the EMT’s
brought him in as well as dehydrated.”
“That combination doesn’t bode well for his kidneys. In fact, I
have had to place him on renal dialysis, as his kidneys have
started failing. This, coupled with the fact that he had cardiac
arrest on the way here, I’m amazed he’s still with us. We will
have to take it one day a time. You look wiped out, Agent Scully.
I’ll arrange to have Agent Mulder moved to a semi-private
room where we can observe him around the clock. I can make
arrangements for the nurse to bring you some blankets for the
other bed in his room. You can stay there. We have a nurse’s
shower down the hall that you can borrow. Stay as long as you
need to. He will need you if he comes out of this.” The doctor
patted her hand and a sad smile appeared on his face as he walked
out the door to take care of the task at hand.
She stared at his retreating back and began to get angry. **If**
he comes out of this alive?! Not if, but when. He has come out
of it alive, she thought. If he doesn’t I’d be lost. I can’t
live without him.
She grasped his hand once more, placed a kiss to his temple and
whispered into his ear. “You hear that partner? I’m not leaving
you until you’re well again. You’re stuck with me. I’m sorry you
fell. If I could have just held on a little tighter…” As she
began to cry once more, the only thing she could hear was the
light hum of the ventilator over her sobs.
She awoke to a feeling of fuzzy softness close to her face. She
found herself lying in the bed next to his, their hands still
joined. Funny, I don’t remember getting here, she thought to
Over the next three days, the Gunmen and A.D. Skinner came to
visit him and to get her away for short periods of time. She
was grateful for the help she received from them. She knew
when the time come, she would need them even more.
Georgetown Hospital, Room 216
Tuesday, April 9, 2003
Three days had come and gone with some improvement in
Mulder’s condition. According to his doctor, the dialysis
had helped in restoring his kidney function. They had been
able to take him off the vent as he started breathing on
his own. Pumping him full of antibiotics had helped the
infection on his back, which was almost completely healed.
However, the doctor had informed her that Mulder wasn’t
quite out of the woods yet. There were still signs of the
dehydration that had zapped his strength and, of course,
the coma which he was still in.
She awoke with a start, hearing him begin to talk. After a
few seconds of sleep-fogged thoughts, she realized he was
awake. “Mulder, you’re awake!” She jumped from the bed
and made her way in the darkness of the room to the door to
call for the nurse. She turned on the light over his
bedside. Reaching for a cloth on the table, she wiped the
sweat which coated his forehead in a
“No! No, please don’t take her. Please!!!” He thrashed
against the sweat-soaked sheets.
“Shh Mulder, it’s just a dream. Wake up and come back to
me. Come on.”
As soon as he heard her voice, his eyes opened slowly and
took in her smile. Dazed and confused, he spoke roughly as
he sat up and embraced her. “Scully?! Oh God, I thought
they took you again. Please don’t ever leave me.” She felt
his warm tears drop on the back of her shirt.
“Shh…I’m here. No one is taking me anywhere.” She let
go and pulled back to look at him. His eyes had changed
colors. They were almost black. He jerked away from her
and looked suspiciously around the room before turning his gaze
back to her. “Who the hell are you? Get away from me. I know
what you did!” He began to panic, trying to scramble as
far back as the bed would allow him to.
“Mulder? Don’t you recognize me? It’s me, Scully. What
did I do?” she pleaded.
Before he could answer, the doctor and nurse came into the
room and asked her to step outside while they examined him.
Ten minutes passed and Dr. Capsan stepped out the door.
“Well, he seems stable physically other than being tired.
I asked if he would like to see you and he said no. I
think it best under the circumstances if you don’t go back
into the room right now. I’m sorry.” She stood stunned,
staring at the door as she watched the nurse leave the room.
“He wanted to make sure you got your things before you
leave,” the nurse said, handing her purse and coat to her.
She looked up at the nurse and nodded mutely. Confusion
began to set in as she made her way to the front of the
hospital. She learned the valet had already pulled her
car to the curb at the request of the nursing station.
She got behind the wheel, looking into the rearview mirror
as she drove away.
Georgetown Hospital, Room 216
Wednesday, April 10, 2003
The shrill of the phone at her bedside awoke her with a start.
“Scully where are you? I’m being discharged and I need you to
come pick me up.” he stated in confusion.
“Mulder?” She sat up with a bounce. “Give me 15 minutes and
I’ll be there.” Hanging up the phone she reached for her
clothes, and hurriedly placed them on. She combed her hair,
as she ran out the door.
Once she arrived at the hospital, she went straight to his room
and found him getting his personal belongings together.
“Mulder. Are you ready?”
He looked up and had tears in his eyes. “Why, Scully? Why
weren’t you here?”
She became concerned as she asked him, “Mulder, do you not
remember what happened yesterday?”
“What? All I know is that when I woke up the morning you weren’t
here. It hurt, Scully.” He moved away from her when she tried to
pick up his hand.
She heaved a small breath out. “When you’re ready, I’ll be in the
waiting room.” She turned and walked out the door without looking
In the corner of the room, an apparition stood smiling and
reminding itself it’s task was almost accomplished. Almost.
On the drive back to the motel, the silence was heavy between them
again, just as it had been a few days before. When they reached
the intersection to go to their motel room, he headed in the
“Mulder, where are you going?” she asked exasperated.
“I’m going back to that lighthouse Scully. I can’t believe that I
asked you to leave. Something more is going on here. I’m sorry
about that by the way.”
“It’s okay, Mulder. You weren’t yourself,” she said rubbing his
They reached the lighthouse and walked up to where his body had
fallen. He looked up and saw the apparition once more. “Scully
look up here!”
When she looked up, shock descended on her face. It appeared to
be an apparition pushing someone off the balcony, but no one fell
down in front of them. The woman smiled evilly down at them
before they heard the door to the lantern room close.
Reaching the lighthouse door, they heard the piano playing, but
found no one there. On the piano, laid a note in someone’s
handwriting. He snapped on his latex gloves and picked up the
note which read “You can’t keep him forever, Scully.” He stared
at her, becoming very afraid. He wondered who would know her
name. As his feelings of uneasiness came, she sensed it and they
began gravitating toward one. He grabbed her hand as they walked
out the door of the lighthouse into the pouring rain. They left
with a stronger unity than they had past, but faced an unknown
I know…I’m sorry. It’s a very cruel way to leave you hanging,
but I have to know. Did you like it enough for a sequel? If so
please send me feedback at firstname.lastname@example.org. 😉