Quite often, people ask me if I know of any ghost stories about the lighthouses. I answer, “No, but I know a good horror story. Wanna hear it?”
Then I tell them this one.
Sand Island Light Station, June 16, 1915
W breeze and cloudy. Cool and showery at 12:00 noon. Mr. P. Hanson arrived at the station with the assistant’s family ‑ wife and (7) children. She came unexpected.
The really horrifying part?
They stayed until September.
[Camera pans around lighthouse grounds. Eerie music swells as voiceover whispers.]
“Four adults… eight children… three bedrooms… one kitchen… and this…”