A warm breeze played over Trevan’s arms as he patiently waited for a bite. He enjoyed fishing in the early evening, watching the stars emerge when darkness fell. Living near Keglan Lake gives him plenty of opportunities, and to wonder about the Keglan House on the island.
As far back as he could remember, no one ever lived there and rumors abounded of people who went to the island and never seen again. From an attic window, a deep red light glowed day and night. His grandfather told him the Keglan family lived there when he was a kid, the father went mad one night and killed his wife and eight children. Body parts strewn throughout the house. When the police arrived at the house, they found Mr. Keglan sitting naked in a pool of blood in the middle of the living room, bloody ax in hand. When asked why he killed his family, he said, “The light told me to.”
Two days later the light appeared in the window The police investigated, but found nothing in the attic to explain it. When they went up there, they needed flashlights to see anything, but once outside, the light was visible. Some say it’s a window into hell, and only those with deep seated evil can enter the room and see what makes the light. Others say it’s the spirits of the murdered Keglan family, forever trapped in the house, the attic room being the highest point they can reach.
A tug on the line recalls Trevan from his thoughts of the Keglan House. Reeling in the hook, something rises from the depths. A skeletal hand lodged on the hook, a high school ring wedged on the remains of the middle finger. Shaking his head, he removes the item and tosses it into the large basket at his side. Bones halfway filled the basket, some with flesh still clinging to them, others covered in tattered pieces of clothing.