I once had some kind of obsession with lighthouses. I’ve often thought I might write a book in one.
Maybe that’s why a fictional character who plagued me for a number of years lived in a lighthouse. In space, mind you, but still. He didn’t know any better.
I bought one for him in Second Life. He was twice a ghost, at least, at that point, and he may haunt it still.
This one’s not haunted that I know of. It’s just sitting somewhat uselessly, on the far side of Vancouver Island, wishing it had a spirit living within perhaps.
Ghost or no ghost, here’s something otherwordly about a lighthouse for sale.