It was Day 2 of our stay at the Port Washington Light Station, and I’d already been spooked myself on our second night. As we continued settling in, I heard talk from my husband as he worried whether this lighthouse is haunted.
I started off by calmly reassuring him that the landmark is NOT taken over by spirits.
“I wish it were haunted,” I teased. “That would be fun!” Still, I shook my head at this nonsense. What could really go wrong?
And so the “fun” begins…
It’s true that I joked with him throughout the day, shouting “Boo” every so often. And perhaps a couple sinister-sounding mwa ha has have escaped my mouth. However, I truly didn’t intend any offensive or evil conjurings.
The 1860 Lighthouse itself is a lovely (and benign) museum, showcasing period furniture and containing artifacts used by keepers of the last century. I felt it was silly to even think that spooky spirits were overtaking the place.
Later that night…
Around 11:45 p.m., I awoke from a deep sleep. As my eyes slowly opened, I was facing the long corridor from our bedroom back down towards the front door of the second floor apartment. Directly in front of me was an opened closet door… a door which had certainly been locked earlier that day.
Beyond the door, a soft light shone — a light that was golden in color that seemed to take on a life of its own.
Quiet.
Stealthy.
Menacing.
That’s when I froze!
There was a presence to the space.
A feeling that’s difficult to describe.
It was as if a message was being conveyed to me.
A message that spoke volumes: “I’m here and stronger than you are.”
Confession time
I freaked out! It was too frightening to make a move. Who opened that door? How did that light come on?
Was it truly the Ghost of the Lighthouse that did so?
My mind raced with scenarios. Did I dare wake up my husband and cause a ruckus… thereby angering the Spirit?
Or should I text my daughter and seek her qualified opinion? Nope, it was close to midnight, so she probably wouldn’t be checking her phone.
Instead, I started Googling my fears. Quickly, I typed: open door light on ghost…
Aha!
I found “factual” evidence on the web…
“[S]pirits who can interact that powerful way with the physical world, can also do a great deal of harm to one, physically, as well. Don’t believe the myth that ghosts can’t physically (and mentally) affect you.”
Quora
Well, that settled it! Spirits were trying to scare us out of that place. I debated whether to scream first — or grab our suitcases and run down the staircase and head home to the Chicago suburbs. Either way, we were not staying put!
That’s when my husband awoke. As he rolled over, he mumbled,
“What on earth are you doing on your phone?”
“The door’s open and the light’s on!” I whispered intently. “I think it’s the Lighthouse Ghost!”
“I turned the light on,” he explained.
With that, he pulled up the comforter and went back to sleep.
With that said, it was several more minutes before I felt relief. Slowly, the built-up pressure released from my arms, legs and stomach, as I realized I was clenching my muscles the entire time.
Looking back, I realize I was awakened from a deep slumber when the presumed “ghosting” occurred. My mind wasn’t fully working. The day’s conversation about spirits and haunting must have been swirling in my subconscious, thus leading to my wild imagination.
I feel silly now. Embarrassed.
Still, I do believe spirits are out there among us.
How about you?
BOO!
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