It was a dark and stormy night. A solitary old lighthouse stood on the cliff, and within it, its light pulsed faintly. This place, shrouded in mystery, had always been an irresistible draw for the local kids. Countless incredible stories circulated about it: tales of ghosts, brutal murderers, and ancient pirate exploits that intertwined within its walls.
However, no one had ever dared to venture beyond its rusty doors, until one night, driven by a dare, a group of three friends – Mattia, Marco, and Paolo – decided it was time to challenge the legends and break the aura of mystery surrounding the lighthouse.
Equipped with well-stocked backpacks, Swiss Army knives, flashlights, and, just in case hunger struck, sandwiches and various drinks, their adventure began under the moonlight. "Hold on a second!" Mattia suddenly exclaimed, a grimace of concern creasing his face. "Whatever happens, no one gets left behind. We promise we'll all run to the aid of anyone in trouble," he continued, and a cold shiver ran down his spine, giving him goosebumps. The other two nodded seriously, shaking hands in a silent pact as the wind lashed their faces, carrying with it a distant sound of chains that seemed to emanate directly from the lighthouse.
The three turned towards the imposing structure, swallowing hard. They took the unlit, dirt path that wound its way up to the lighthouse. The silence of the night made every sound deafening; even the accelerated beat of their hearts was audible from their chests as they jumped, illuminating with their flashlights every bush from which the most insignificant movements came.
Suddenly, the lighthouse's light, which had been pulsing faintly until then, went out completely, leaving them enveloped in an even deeper, more unsettling darkness. "What do we do now?" Paolo asked, his voice almost squeaky with fear. "I don't know if I can go on, this was a terrible idea." Mattia, eager not to back down, immediately retorted: "We're almost there! We made a bet with the rest of the group. You're not going to tell them you chickened out at the first sign of trouble when we meet them at school tomorrow, are you?"
A subtle hiss rose from the darkness, not from the lighthouse, but from the cliff below, as if the ocean itself was sighing their fate, while Marco's flashlight, which had remained steady until that moment, began to flicker convulsively. "Damn it, my flashlight's LEDs are dying!" Marco exclaimed, surprised. "Didn't you say the flashlights were practically new, Paolo?" "I thought so," Paolo replied, "my dad bought them when we went camping last month, I don't think they'd been used that long."
Left with only two flashlights, the three friends huddled closer, more timid now, and headed towards the lighthouse door, finally ready to enter. The old wooden door, creaking like an ancient lament, opened onto a pitch-black void that seemed to swallow the faint light from their flashlights, revealing only the first steps of a spiral staircase that vanished into the shadows. Heavy air enveloped them, steeped in salt spray and something indefinable, almost like mold and old secrets. Even the dripping of some old, rusty pipes echoed an atmosphere imbued with dread.
In single file, they moved towards the staircase to climb to the top of the lighthouse, after briefly surveying the room that had welcomed them, where old rusty chests, thick ropes, and some completely moldy cabinets lay. They intended to explore it properly after completing their mission. The order of the line was as follows: Mattia, Marco, Paolo. The stone steps, damp and slippery, groaned under their weight with every step, and the darkness seemed to grow thicker as they ascended. The only light came from the two remaining flashlights, dancing nervously on the moss and saltpeter-covered walls, revealing at times strange carvings and faded symbols, almost like ancient warnings.
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