Seul ChoixA Story by Sami Khalil The haunted and beautiful lighthouse at ( Lake Michigan ) in the Upper Peninsula. A gorgeous place to visit and sightsee.
Seul ChoiX By
Sami Khalil (The
haunted lighthouse on Lake Michigan) Based on my latest trip to Michigan with some added drama... It was pandemic fear on the ferry. As we left
Mackinac island after dark, in Michigan’s upper peninsula, from which we toured
this gem, some tourist fell into the choppy waters and cried out loud along the
echoes of seagulls. The captain, who was a trained diver, jumped with
irruption after him to save that poor soul, but to no avail, for both went
missing too in the salt-less deep. As high
waters buffeted our ferry, strong winds came out of nowhere and threatened us
with tossing and turning. I could see the rugged shore, desired much by us all;
panicked tourists. Tediously, my eagle eyes spied the miens of a lighthouse with red flashes then yellow ones. From the pallet of emotions, I grasped unto hope, missing in the great jigsaw puzzle of events. Of said crowd, narking at my comments to calm down, had not the gypsy soul like mine. Flashes of nice
places preceding my visit like “The Henry Ford Museum” in Detroit, “Bronner’s
Christmas Wonderland” in Frankenmuth, on the way to the U.P., kept my dazed
mind from having a conniption of an episode. I took the helm upon this small
vessel and brought it successfully towards a cove by the lighthouse. Tourists erupted in mass, standing ovations for my heroism and started departing the rugged cove towards the beacon. As darkness settled, we could see the noteworthy height of the lighthouse, which was named “Seul Choix” by the French, as I found out later, when they were trading in fur and lumber along with the great native tribes. Its meaning denoted its value of saving countless ships from deadly wrecks for it was the only one. In a restless night
as such, where fear loves to breathe in crowds’ ears, we all inched closer and
closer to the loud party we could hear in the distance. In many shades of
cuddled ironies, we knocked hard on the weathered door so someone can hear us,
letting us in. As captain Joseph introduced himself, looking prim as the custom of his day, we were led towards a dungeon where we could hear howling and baying at inchoately. To our shock, bodies were dancing with souls missing, protruding from sunken eyes and gaping mouths. Dead cadavers dangled bestially, sending our imaginations reeling in an avidity of escaped routes. With a cigar smell from Joseph’s mouth that will gag a camel, he explained to us that it was all these poor sailors he collected from many wrecks. None made it alive. We were the lucky ones. It was time for our dance with fate as he stated laughingly. What a conundrum… Fear struck all present and those who were slightly removed from reality. I motioned to them to run as fast as they could back to the ferry. As we bolted out, faint faces crossed our paths like living embers. As the thrashing waves towered higher and higher, my eagle eyes spied St. Igness. Goodbye Seul Choix. May your souls rest in peace!
© 2018 Sami KhalilReviews
|
Stats
434 Views
9 Reviews  Shelved in 3 Libraries
Added on November 5, 2018Last Updated on November 5, 2018 Author
|
![[send message]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/mail.png){kind=small}
![[befriend]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/friend.png){kind=small}
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Read Request
My Library
Flag Writing