a/n: still actively writing About a Girl and a Boy, but this idea popped into my head and I wanted to write some of it before I forgot. Let me know if anyone is interested in seeing more of this story. =)

I walked along the rocky coast, as the fog began to settle in for the evening. Thick grey clouds had hung overhead all day and it matched my mood quite well. The roar of the surf to my left was dim since the waves were small today. Without the sun even the water was a drab shade of grey. I walked along the beach in an old pair of white Keds. In Maine most of the beaches were rocky until you got into the water. So walking around barefoot was not the best choice.

I was alone as I walked in the direction of the old lighthouse. Harper's Light had been on this rocky point for years. There was a rundown house that used to be for the lighthouse keeper. But many years ago they had switched everything over to solar power so no one was needed to run the lighthouse anymore. People just came once in awhile to make sure the solar panel system was working. I always found it a bit sad to see the old keeper's house with peeling paint and broken windows.

My husband Eric would agree with me. We walked down this beach all the time together, since we lived just over the hill. Our property was the only one abutting the lighthouse property and Harper's Light was too run down to be much of a tourist spot. Tourists loved taking pictures of lighthouses in Maine. But lucky us, we seemed to have this one mostly to ourselves.

Eric and I were married two years ago. He was 28 and I was 26 at the time. However we had actually met when I was 23 and just out of college. I had been down on the docks one morning asking the harbor master about any job openings. My degree was in marine biology, and he was an old family friend, so he might have had some connections.

Let's just say I made the biggest fool of myself that day but Eric still found me attractive. That's why I made sure I kept him around, I knew he was one of the good ones. Walking down the docks in the morning, tripping over your own feet, then falling into the ocean does not scream graceful. I could swim but Eric still did the whole hero thing and jumped in to save me.

I smiled as I remembered asking him why he did not just offer me a hand. He quickly grinned and said he was not going to pass up a swim with a hot blonde. The man never missed a beat, and he was charming as hell. He ended up offering me a towel and let me hang out by his small boat until I was dried off. We exchanged numbers and after that we were inseparable.

As I walked down the beach further I noticed the lighthouse turn on and the golden beam of light sliced through the fog. It was almost dark so I picked up my pace. I should get home rather than be out here alone. I was still smiling about the cheerful memories when I looked at the lighthouse and could have sworn I saw movement in one window. Odd, I did not hear a truck pull up. I picked up my pace and looked over at the dirt parking lot. No cars...

I had to admit I was a bit freaked out. People always said this lighthouse was haunted but I had yet to see anything. Eric tried to scare me all the time but he admitted to not seeing anything either, even though I knew he always wished we would. He was a big fan of that paranormal stuff.

I walked up the slight slope and was right in front of the lighthouse again. There it was again! In the bottom window there was a flash of movement. It looked bright instead of shadow like. I worked up my courage and decided I would just open the door. I needed to prove to myself I was being crazy. I was letting being alone in the fog get to me. They never locked the door, since the last lock broke six months ago it had not been replaced.

I reached out with a trembling hand and yanked the door open. What I saw before me was unbelievable.

"Eric?"

This was impossible, my husband had died two weeks ago in a car accident.