The old lighthouse stood defiant against the raging storm. Inside, Emily found a dusty journal detailing a curse: "When the beacon flickers thrice, the lost sailors return." Suddenly, the light dimmed and flashed three times. Thunder roared, and ghostly figures emerged from the fog, their hollow eyes fixated on her. The air grew cold as whispers of the damned filled the room. Emily's scream was swallowed by the darkness as spectral hands pulled her into the abyss.