## Chapter 1: The City of Forgotten Shadows

In St. Augustine, one of America’s oldest cities, time has a eerie way of folding back on itself. The Spanish fortresses, weather-worn cemeteries and grim, foreboding architecture crowd the cityscape in endless reflections of a past obscured by shadows. Nestled amid this decorously haunting environment, erect and solitary, stands the city’s monolithic lighthouse – a sentinel to the forgotten and a beacon to the restless spirits that find themselves perpetually moored between two worlds.

Wrapped in mystery and age-old folklore, this lone structure echoes the mournful cries and whimsical laughter of Eliza and Mary – two cherubic specters whose innocent lives were abruptly extinguished by a tragic accident on the property during its construction in the latter part of the 19th century.

## Chapter 2: Lighthouse of Souls

Visitors to this forbidding tower of light and darkness often experience a sense of bone-chilling dread enveloping them upon entry. A persisting chill that coils around your spine crawling snail-like up to the nape of your neck. In the labyrinthine heart of the lighthouse, where age-old stones whisper tales of grief and despair, your eyes meet shadowy figures dashed haphazardly against the winding staircase.

Whispers of heartbroken laments waft through the ancient structure and icy grip of unseen hands brush by startled guests. The ghostly laughter of children echoes in the hollow expanse of the lighthouse, a chilling reminder of the playful spirits of Eliza and Mary.

## Chapter 3: The Macabre Dance of Shadows

An overwhelming silence strides hand in hand with the encroaching dusk until darkened corners burst into life with arcane whispers and spectral nuances. Every narrated phantom sighting is a testament to an otherworldly presence that walks alongside the living. From eerie movements in the peripheral vision to the ethereal laughter echoing down long-abandoned corridors, each event lays one more stone in the path to an unmistakable truth – the lighthouse is a spectral playhouse, where the living are naught but unwilling spectators to a seemingly unending supernatural spectacle.

Yet, the gripping fear that seizes one’s heart is not from these apparitions, but rather from what cannot be seen. For somewhere in the shadows, where light dare not venture, where even echoes go to die, the sisters play a never-ending game of life and death.

## Chapter 4: Playing With Eternity

There’s something beautifully tragic about children, caught in the throes of everlasting adolescence, forever indulging in playful antics with an innocence unaffected by temporal progression. Equally, there’s something decidedly chilling about these two ghostly sisters, their forms flickering in spectral moonlight, as they continue their games in silhouetted silence.

Unassuming visitors, stepping foot on the creaking floors and ancient bricks of the lighthouse grounds, frequently become unwilling participants in these eternal shenanigans. As they make their way up the spiraling staircase, they inevitably cross paths with ghostly apparitions, dancing specters gleefully twirling around the steps, accompanied by phantom giggles and shadowy mischievous grins.

The oppressive history of the lighthouse, the chilling tales surrounding Eliza and Mary’s untimely demises and their spectral apparitions playing hide and seek in the moonlight only add to the unshakable spine-tingling cold that guests experience upon setting foot in this lighthouse of souls.

## Chapter 5: The Sentinels of Despair

Darkness descends onto this city of forgotten shadows, shrouding the lighthouse in an ominous embrace. It stands tall and grim, a somber beacon of a tragic past and an echoing voice of long-muted giggles of two restless children who seemingly refuse to leave the muddy playground of their mortality.

As the final step on this haunting journey, guests are led to the top of the staircase – the reluctant finishing line of the spectral children’s unwavering game. Overlooking the city, with the weight of their tales sinking into the visitors’ hearts, one can only shudder at the thought of the endless torment the sisters must endure, trapped in their playful yet horrifying purgatory.

And so, the lighthouse, perched on the precipice of reality and the supernatural, continues to remain a chilling, spectral reminder of the sorrow, loss, and joy of innocent souls trapped in a twilight existence, for anyone brave or perhaps, foolish enough, to dare visit. With its haunting spirits and eerie backdrop, St Augustine lighthouse will send shivers up your spine and a sinking, curious dread into your soul. A journey not for the feint-hearted, yet unforgettable for those brave enough to venture through its haunted doors.