Edgar Allan Poe's Lighthouse Keeper Page #3

in love with someone...

that it was just a product

Of my imagination.

He was so much like you.

See you on the beach for the first time

I thought I was dreaming.

I felt the same, I dreamed about you

Before meeting us.

I'm scared.

Of what?

To be alone again.

This is not a dream.

It is real.

Lately my mind has been like

A book with cluttered pages...

but I'm sure of one thing.

Come with me.

What?

Come with me to San Francisco.

Nobody leaves this peninsula.

Silly stuff!

Where did you hear that from? Walsh?

Nora, this...

This sadness, is not proper to you.

We are all more than

Simple people, JP

I'm leaving, and I'm asking you to

Come with me to San Francisco.

We can build a life there.

It's possible?

Yes.

Yes! Yes!

Take me with you.

I will take you.

- We'll be together.

- Always.

Nora?

Nora?

Nora?

Nora!

Nora!

Do not!

Nora!

Nora!

Nora!

My God, no.

Nora!

Nora!

Do not tell me about Walsh.

Please, JP He is crazy.

Nobody leaves this peninsula...

Nobody leaves this peninsula...

Walsh!

Walsh!

You.

You di it.

I did what?

Killed her.

He may not have put his hand on it,

But he also killed her.

Who did I kill?

To the girl.

She said you were dangerous.

She was afraid to be alone.

I was desperate.

He filled his head with lies, Made him

believe that he could not get out of here.

I do not know what you're talking about.

We are alone here.

How long will I be here?

When will the ferry arrive?

Let go of me.

- When is he coming? Tell me!

- In two weeks.

- The ferry will be here in two weeks.

- Do not!

You said that before.

I want the truth.

Enough! Enough!

Silence!

For God's sake, stop!

The voices.

You listen to them.

Do not.

Don't lie to me.

It's okay.

It's okay!

Yes. Yes, I hear the voices...

whispering, angry,

Vengeful, whispering!

They torment me.

They tortured me.

Do not!

Do not!

Do not go there!

No no!

Walsh.

Walsh, open the door!

Back off, damn it!

Behind!

To the lighthouse.

Behind! Back off, motherfuckers!

Go back to hell! Come back!

Now!

What are those things out there?

Ghosts? Appearances?

Ghosts? Can a ghost put the

Hand in his throat and rip his life?

Why do you stand there?

Go to the kitchen, To the back.

Light all candles.

They hate the light!

Wow!

They are out there waiting.

Yes, they expect us to lower our guard.

Until the morning sun

Return them to the shadows.

You saved me.

Thank you.

It's twice already, boy.

That is for beating me in

The beach in the back.

I probably saved her life.

I should know that no one

Leaves from this peninsula.

You've said that before.

You know exactly

What happens here.

What are those things?

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