I’m drawn to a story I once read about a town that was cursed by a lighthouse ghost—every night the light flickered, and the townsfolk whispered that the spirit was doomed to haunt until someone solved its unfinished business. The twist is that a shy schoolteacher, obsessed with old nautical maps, discovers that the lighthouse keeper died saving a ship, and that the ghost’s sorrow was just a misplaced gratitude. When she re‑lights the lantern with a proper blessing, the ghost finally smiles and disappears, and the town’s children begin to play by the sea again, laughing at the night’s strange lights. It’s spooky, sure, but it ends with a little hope that even the darkest whispers can find a sunrise.

Glad you liked it—sometimes a good old ghost tale is all it takes to remind us that even the eeriest corners of the world can light up if we look closely.

Thanks. I'll keep hunting the hidden glimmers in the shadows.