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Phantombert Part 1

Phantombert visited a sunny island country recently and enjoyed some sightseeing. On an offshore island, a couple of hours by ferry, stands a century-old lighthouse. Hmm if this lighthouse could talk, it'd be able to tell all about the historic strife and war it witnessed in the region. Phantombert decided to take a ferry-ride to this intriguing place; he had heard people talking about a weird occurrence there; some even suggested it was haunted. People had often heard whistling in the depth of night in the lighthouse. Antique places and monuments are a fascination to Phantombert.
That evening, after an hour's breezy smooth ride, the ferry-boat docked at the pier about a hundred metres from the lighthouse. It was a placid, moonlit night and the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore was music to the mind and ears. Ah Kiat the boatman, Phantombert's newly acquired aquaintance, decided he would wait at the pier to keep watch. Phantombert sauntered towards the lighthouse, breathing in the fresh sea breeze; also assimilating the sights and sounds. A woodpecker could be heard knocking incessantly on a nearby tree, breaking the silence of the tranquil island. Soon he reached the lighthouse and a kind elderly lighthouse-keeper greeted him but seemed reserved; kept looking downward and did not utter a word. The trip had been prearranged by Ah Kiat who had a friend working on the remote island.

Phantombert walked up the winding century-old concrete staircase. Whoa! A sprawling magnificent bay view greeted him at the top. Hundreds of bumboats and a few brightly-lit cruisers were anchored in the deep bay. The beacon-light above the watch-post, shimmered brilliantly on the bay, guiding ships into the mainland harbour. The moonlight accentuated Phantombert's sexy profile and physique on this scenic romantic ambience atop the lighthouse.
At that moment...he heard a shrill soft beautiful whistling...coming from the floor below. Phantombert felt a little unsettling; he had been forewarned about a weird occurrence, but decided to investigate the whistling sound. And then as he walked down, he saw the back view of a man; he was wearing a long trench-coat and a helmet, looking out of the lighthouse porthole gazing at the ships.

Yes, he was whistling a strange tune with an eastern lilt. The whistler was able to hold the tune for a very long time and not seem to run out of breath. It reminded him of his **22-second-held Brigadoon note. lol! Phantombert walked towards the whistler to find out who he was and wanted to greet him. The man seemed rather shy and moved towards the end of the corridor. Phantombert did not pursue as he is by nature a very respectful person and thought perhaps the whistler wanted his privacy. Phantombert proceeded down the winding staircase and thought he would call it a night. He turned back to see if he could just say goodbye to the man... Lo and behold, he wasn't there anymore, within just a few seconds.
Phantombert thought he probably was the lighthouse-keeper on his rounds; but at the same time recollected the lighthouse's strange happenings told to him. He walked back to the pier where Ah Kiat was patiently waiting.

As the ferry-boat sped off, Phantombert casually mentioned : Hey Ah Kiat, the lighthouse-keeper was very courteous but rather reserved and didn't seem to want to show his face. Ah Kiat then asked in bewilderment : What lighthouse-keeper? Now, the lighthouse is automated, runs on electricity supplied by the island's main control centre. There used to be a kind, elderly man stationed but he passed on many years ago!
Ooooh...Phantombert could feel tiny jitters trickling down his spine. His hair stood a little on ends. His hair usually defies gravity anyway. lol! So who was that whistler? Phantombert murmured. What whistler? Ah Kiat subsequently asked, noticing Phantombert fidgeting : Are you okay, Phantombert? To which he nodded uneasily.


June 18, 2013 at 12:33 PM (1st print)
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