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we’ll take another look around outside too.”
    “Okay,” she agreed.
    Suicide Light was a shorter more rotund lighthouse, which sat just twenty feet away from the edge of a cliff, with a steep drop off directly into the ocean far below.
    It was probably the least visited lighthouse on the Isle, and there was no gift shop or guided tours. The lighthouse was still in use, but there was no keeper on site. This one was run electronically, its light, keeping fisherman and their boats from being pulverized by the sheer rocky wall it sat atop of.
    Most visitors came in the evening or at night, hoping to catch a glimpse of the infamous ghost girl.
    Eva turned the knob to the lighthouse door and found it was still locked. “How are we going to get in?”
    Charlie glanced around. There were a couple of tourists hanging around, peering out over the cliff. He gazed down at the doorknob and aimed the palm of his hand at it, speaking something under his breath. They heard a click and Eva smiled, trying the door again.
    “You’re very handy.”
    He puffed out his chest and took in an I’m-completely-full-of-myself breath. “I’ve been told I’m pretty good with my hands.” His voice held sarcasm, and he made dramatic googly eyes at her, while stepping past and going through the door.
    “I can’t decide if that was pathetic, or funny,” she mumbled, following him inside.
    “I am a man of mystery… okay, never mind, no idea where I’m going with this now. Humor, not my thing.” He let the door slam behind them, thrusting them into complete darkness.
    “Well, Mr. Good With Your Hands , can you do anything about the lighting situation in here? I can’t even see my own hands moving in front of my face.”
    “Can do.” Charlie faced his palms upward. He clenched his hand into a fist and upon opening, a glowing orb jutted upward, hanging near the ceiling. He did this a few more times until they could see their surroundings.
    Eva sighed at the sight of the place. Charlie understood why.
    If it was this hard for them to get inside, and to see, there was no way her father could have been inside this lighthouse. This could not have been where he disappeared.
    “Let’s look around, just in case,” Charlie said.
    “Yeah, okay. Just in case. Cover all the bases.”
    “You a baseball fan?”
    “Me? Nah. Just something my dad’s always drilling into my head. Cover all the bases. Check everything. Even the smallest detail could lead to something big!”
    “Gee. Sounds familiar. I can’t count how many times my dad told me stuff like that.”
    “Just trying to keep us safe,” she guessed. 
    Charlie chuckled. “Unfortunately, and I hate to admit it, but they are both right.”
    Eva made a sound that said, don’t remind me .
    Even with Charlie’s magical orbs lighting the room, it was still dim inside. They could make out the circular shape of the lighthouse’s walls and had to be careful not to bump into one of the steel partitions that jutted into the room. The floor was concrete and covered in a thick layer of dust.
    “This place was built to withstand the most brutal weather known to this area,” explained Charlie. “Have to keep that in mind if we suddenly ever need a bunker.”
    “What about over there?” asked Eva, pointing to a rusty looking spiral staircase leading upwards.
    “Let’s check it out.”
    Charlie went first, checking each step to make sure it was sturdy before climbing. It may have looked rusty, but the staircase did little more than squeak as they stepped upward. Charlie stopped when he realized there was a door over his head. He hoped it wasn’t too heavy, or rusted shut. Using magic to unlock a door was one thing, but a heavy, jammed door…
    He pushed above his head and to his surprise, the door lifted quite easily. The more he opened the door the brighter it became.
    Below him, he heard Eva gasp.
    “What?”
    “Something touched me,” she told him. “I-I felt something touch