Madge came out her van and brought theirs orders. Mary smiled and handed her the bill.  As Madge returned back, Mary turned to John who was clinging on very tightly to the diary.

“John,” She asked, hesitatingly, “can I ask you something?” He swallowed the two fruit beers briskly.

“Yes, of course you can; and don’t be so formal.”

“W…why were you yelling from the room on top of the lighthouse? Your voice was full of fear, as if you were in trouble.” John stared back at the lighthouse.

“It looks so innocent from here, don’t you think?” “Oh, how rude of me. The reason I said we should leave was not out of fear. It was in excitement. This diary is priceless and remember, Mary, we’re talking about Leonard Rigburn’s diary.” He tapped his nose. Mary sighed. Maybe she was wrong about John. It sounded at this moment that he was returning back to his normal self again.

“Hmm, and I had no idea you were such a fast swimmer.”

“There’s quite alot you don’t know about me, Mary; but I know everything about you.” Mary nodded in disapproval and giggled.

“Alright, let’s see now. Where shall I begin?” “Ah yes, you were born Margaret Reuben Spethers and you’re twenty seven on the 27th December. You’re a lecturer in Art and History and in your sparetime, a housewife. You…”

“Alright, stop! That’s far enough!” Mary could only stare back at him, wide-eyed, wondering what was happening to him. She said softly to herself.

“There’s definitely some link with that lighthouse and this diary.” She decided that she would take it from him quietly at night once they retired to their hotel rooms to sleep. In the meantime, she would treat him normally.

“John, last night when we were in the lighthouse, I noticed that the lights didn’t go on…” Suddenly, he wasn’t there. Mary turned in all directions. She ran to Madge.

“Madge, did you see my fiance’ walking away?”

“Can’t say I did, luv’ Would you like a bite of my sandwich?” She said, holding it out at her. Mary ignored this comment and decided to head back to the hotel.

Once inside, she asked at reception.

“Excuse me, has the gentleman from Room 717 arrived back?” The young lady flicked through her log book.

“Oh yes. He’s been here for several hours and said not to be disturbed.” Mary rushed to the lift and once she arrived at Room 717, she knocked the door.

“LET HIM REST.” Called out a loud uncanny voice in the background and as she turned to see who it was, she got the shock of her life. A tall dark figure was standing several yards away from her in the corridor,leaning against the wall. It was dark so she could not get a view of his face. He was dressed in an ancient outfit covered with dust. He had silver spurs on both his red boots. He stood up straight and began to advance towards her…

End of Chapter 5.