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Omg I just read all the parts of your ghost!reader x Sam golbach and holy crap it is so good i hope you’re doing well and i hope to see more parts and more amazing work from you!

thank you sm😭🫶

the past few weeks have been stressful and continue to be due to a bunch of exams and more coming up but i try to get the next part out as soon as possible 🫡

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˚˖౨ৎ~𓍢ִ໋ Investigating Outer Banks most haunted lighthouse

"Investigating Outer Banks most haunted lighthouse"

part: 4, The Estes Method

warnings!; I'm not american so correct me if sth is wrong; english is not my first language!!

notes; this is supposed to read like you're watching a video

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The camera refocused on Sam as he held the blindfold and spirit box in his hands. The low chatter of the spirit box buzzed through the mic before Colby turned the volume down slightly.

“Alright, we’re gonna try the Estes Method.” Colby announced, holding the camera steady in his hands.

“For those of you who don’t know,” Sam explained, shifting the camera toward himself, “one of us is gonna put on these headphones, blast the spirit box so we can’t hear anything else, and then say out loud whatever words or phrases we pick up. The other person will ask questions.”

“And if we get intelligent responses, that means something’s definitely here,” Colby added, tossing the blindfold at Sam with a small smirk. “You’re up first, man.”

“What? Why me?” Sam groaned, already knowing he wouldn’t win this argument.

“Because she likes you,” Colby teased, adjusting the camera to get a good angle.

Sam sighed, muttering, “I hate when that happens.” He settled into the chair, slipping the blindfold over his eyes before fitting the headphones in place. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

Colby waited a beat before asking his first question. “Are you still here with us?”

Silence. Then, after a few seconds, Sam spoke. “…Yes.”

Colby exhaled. “Okay. What’s your name?”

No response.

“Can you tell us anything about yourself?”

A pause. Then, in a distant voice, Sam muttered: “…Blurry.”

Colby frowned. “You can’t remember?”

“…Shoved.” Sam’s eyebrows furrowed under the blindfold. “…Stones.”

Colby shifted uncomfortably. He glanced at the camera. “Shoved… Stones… Were you pushed? Did something happen to you?”

A longer silence this time. Then—

“…Don’t know.”

Colby exhaled sharply. “Okay, um… Can you tell us why you’re still here?”

“Lost.”

The word sent a chill down his spine. Before he could say anything else, Sam’s head twitched slightly like he was hearing something unusual.

“now i just hear humming”

The camera panned briefly to the window, where the reflection of the red recording light flickered against the glass. For a second, it almost looked like something stood just outside, but when Colby adjusted the angle, it was gone.

He turned back to Sam, trying to shake the unease. “Are you still here?”

There was a delay this time. Then—

"Colby."

His breath hitched slightly. “…What about me?”

"Scary."

Colby forced out a laugh, glancing at the viewers. “C’mon, I’m nice!” He gestured at Sam. “You like him better, huh?”

Almost immediately—

"Yes."

Colby groaned dramatically. “Okay, you don’t have to be so mean about it.”

The dog’s ears perked up at something.

Colby lowered his voice again. “What do you want us to do?”

Sam’s breathing changed slightly. He twitched, like something had startled him, then leaned forward just a little.

"Follow."

Colby tensed. “…Follow where?”

"Outside."

Colby swallowed. “Where outside?”

"Shore."

A chill ran down his spine. The waves outside were barely audible from here, but suddenly, it felt like they were standing right there, ankle-deep in the tide. He hesitated, then reached forward and tapped Sam’s knee twice, their signal to end the session.

Sam flinched, exhaling sharply as he yanked the blindfold off. “Dude.” His voice was slightly shaky.

Colby was already standing. “Yeah. We’re going outside."

The next clip cut to them stepping onto the sand, flashlights sweeping over the shore. The dog trotted ahead, its nose low to the ground.

“Okay, so we just asked her where to go, and she said ‘shore,’” Colby narrated, adjusting the camera. “So here we are. At the dead of night. Walking toward the ocean. Like absolute dumbasses.”

Sam huffed a quiet laugh, scanning the area. “I swear if something jumps out of the water, I’m leaving you behind.”

“Rude.”

The camera panned over the sand, and that’s when they saw them.

Footprints.

Barefoot. Leading from the lighthouse and trailing toward the water.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

Colby finally broke the silence. “You see that, right?”

Sam crouched slightly, running his fingers over one of the prints. “Yeah. And the tide hasn’t washed them away yet.” He stood up, glancing at Colby.

The camera zoomed in as they followed the prints, the shore stretching endlessly in the darkness.

Sam exhaled. “Dude…”

Because the closer they got to the water, the fainter the footprints became—until the very last one barely pressed into the damp sand, vanishing into the tide.

Gone.

The only sound was the distant waves rolling in, washing away any trace of whoever—or whatever—had walked there before them.

Colby let out a nervous laugh. “So that’s… fine. That’s totally fine.”

Sam turned back toward the lighthouse, the silhouette of the tower standing tall against the sky. He shivered slightly. “You think she’s still watching us?”

Colby hesitated, then tilted the camera upward, pointing it back toward the window they had just been inside.

The flashlight’s glare bounced off the glass, but for the briefest second—just long enough to make them both freeze—it almost looked like someone was standing there.

Watching.

Then the light shifted, and the window was empty again.

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˚˖౨ৎ~𓍢ִ໋ Investigating Outer Banks most haunted lighthouse

"Investigating Outer Banks most haunted lighthouse"

part: 3, The Watchroom

warnings!; I'm not american so correct me if sth is wrong; english is not my first language!!

notes; this is supposed to read like you're watching a video

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The camera flickered back to life, capturing the abandoned watchroom. The space looked frozen in time—papers sprawled across the desk, some curling at the edges as if gripped too hard. A layer of dust coated the wood, but certain spots were oddly clean, as if someone had brushed them aside recently.

Among the mess, pearls and seashells lay scattered, strangely out of place. In the corner, a vintage record player sat next to a stack of vinyls, their covers faded and peeling. The air felt stale, thick with something unseen.

“Dude, what is this?” Sam whispered, stepping closer.

Colby moved the camera, zooming in on the desk. Some pages had neat, looping handwriting—almost too perfect. Others dissolved into frantic scribbles, ink pressed so hard it nearly tore the paper.

“The tide comes in, and she does too.”

Sam read the line aloud, his voice barely above a breath. He squinted at the next words—smudged, overlapping, like the writer had lost their mind mid-sentence.

“She watches from the waves. I think she’s waiting for me.”

Silence.

Colby exhaled sharply. “Okay, yeah. Love that.” Before Sam could respond, a floorboard creaked behind them.

They turned.

The dog sat in the doorway, staring. Colby tightened his grip on the camera. “Nope. Nope, absolutely not—this dog has been staring at something this whole time.”

Sam forced a chuckle. “He’s just chilling, bro.”

The dog didn’t blink.

“…That is not chilling.” Colby took a step back. “That’s seeing something.”

A gust of wind rattled the old window. The room suddenly felt smaller.

Sam shifted. “Okay. Let’s try the flashlight test.”

He twisted the flashlight, setting it down just enough that a light touch could turn it on or off. Beside it, a small motion-activated ball sat untouched.

Colby adjusted the camera. “Alright—if there’s anyone here with us, can you turn off the flashlight?”

Nothing.

The beam remained steady.

Sam leaned forward. “Can you touch the ball instead?”

Still nothing.

The pause stretched—too long, too heavy.

Colby scoffed. “Damn. She really ghosted us.” Sam smirked. “Maybe she doesn’t like you.” Colby gestured at the flashlight. “I mean, fair. But—”

The flashlight flickered.

Not a quick blink, but a slow, deliberate pulse.

Colby inhaled sharply. “…Dude.” Sam straightened. “Was that you?”

A pause. Then, the flashlight blinked once.

Colby let out a breathless chuckle. “Oh my god.” Sam tilted his head. “Do you just not like Colby?”

A single, very quick blink.

Colby groaned. “Unbelievable.” Sam pressed his lips together. “So, you like me better?”

The flashlight pulsed once.

Colby turned to the camera. “I am being bullied by a ghost.” Before Sam could respond, a sound echoed from the far side of the room.

A soft knock.

They both froze.

Another knock followed. Slow. Deliberate.

Sam exhaled. “That was—” Colby nodded, eyes locked on the wall. “Yeah. I know.” The dog was still staring. Sam swallowed. “Okay, okay—let’s try the spirit box.”

The device crackled to life, static humming through the room. Sam steadied his voice. “Can you tell us your name?” A few seconds passed. Just white noise. Colby licked his lips. “Are you scared of me?”

More static. Then—

A soft, clipped “yes.”

Colby’s mouth parted slightly. “…Cool. Cool cool cool. Love that.” Sam was trying not to smile. “Why? What did he do?”

Silence.

Then—

“Loud.”

Sam snorted, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth. Colby turned to the camera. “I am being cyberbullied from beyond the grave.”

The flashlight flickered, almost like laughter. Before they could react, another noise crept through the room.

Not a knock.

A scrape.

Slow. Dragging. Like something shifting just out of sight. Colby turned the camera. “Nope. Nope.” Sam’s face paled. “What was that?” Neither of them moved.

Then—

Click.

From across the room, the record player started moving. The turntable shuddered as the needle set itself down. A soft, scratchy melody began to play. Colby was already backing up. “Nope. Nope, nope.” Sam’s expression was unreadable. “Did you turn that on?”

The spirit box crackled.

“Stay.”

A pause.

Then, a whisper—so quiet it was almost lost in the static.

“please.”

not my best work I'm sorry. I've been sick the past few days lol

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˚˖౨ৎ~𓍢ִ໋ Investigating Outer Banks most haunted lighthouse

"Investigating Outer Banks most haunted lighthouse"

part: 2, exploring

warnings!; I'm not american so correct me if sth is wrong; english is not my first language!!

notes; this is supposed to read like you're watching a video

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The video resumed with Colby holding the camera, the rustle of his jacket audible as he panned across the faintly lit room. “Still nothing,” he muttered, almost like he didn’t want to disturb the stillness. They had been there for about half an hour now.

Sam crouched next to the flashlight they’d set up, glancing over his shoulder at the staircase behind him. “Yeah, but it’s weird, right? Like… it doesn’t feel empty in here.”

The camera swung back to Sam, zooming in slightly. “You think she’s just watching us?” the tattooed man asked.

“Maybe,” Sam replied, fiddling with the flashlight. “I mean, her aunt did say she’s more curious than anything else. But—” He paused, looking up abruptly as the faint sound of nails clicking against the wooden floor echoed through the room. “Wait. The dog.”

Colby turned the camera quickly toward the spiral staircase, catching the tail end of the white dog as it padded silently up the steps, its ears alert and posture calm but purposeful.

“Dude,” Sam whispered, standing up. “Is it going to—”

“Should we follow it?” Colby asked, cutting him off, his voice tense but tinged with excitement.

The blonde hesitated, glancing between the staircase and the equipment they’d left behind. “I mean, dogs usually know stuff, right? Like, what if it’s leading us to her?”

“Or what if it’s leading us to a really bad idea?” Colby countered, zooming in on the staircase as the dog disappeared around the curve of the steps.

They stood in silence for a moment, sharing a look, the faint creak of the dog’s steps fading above them. Then Sam grabbed the flashlight and took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

The camera jostled slightly as Colby followed him toward the staircase. “I hate when you get all brave, man,” he muttered, trying to keep his tone light, though the nervous energy was clear in his voice.

As they ascended the spiral stairs, the air seemed to grow colder. Colby’s breathing was audible over the camera mic, and Sam glanced back at him once or twice, whispering, “You good?” before continuing.

“Yeah, yeah,” Colby murmured, the camera focusing briefly on the worn metal railing. “Just feels… off, you know?”

They reached the halfway point when the dog, now sitting a few steps ahead, turned its head toward something above them. It didn’t bark or growl—just stared, unblinking.

Colby caught the moment on camera, zooming in slightly. “What’s it looking at?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know, but—” Sam started, but his words were cut off as a sudden rush of cold air swept past them. The flashlight flickered in Sam’s hand, and before either of them could react, a shadow fell past them, just outside the railing.

The camera jerked as Colby instinctively backed up, capturing a fleeting, indistinct figure. It was like looking through frosted glass—a human-like silhouette, wearing what might’ve been a flowing dress, arms outstretched as though reaching for something—or someone. The figure fell in eerie silence, and just as it disappeared from view, a faint splash echoed up from the depths below.

“Holy—” Colby gasped, his voice breaking. “Did you see that?”

Sam froze, staring down through the gap in the railing. “Yeah. I saw it. That was—” He stopped, exhaling sharply. “Did you get that on camera?” Sam asked, his voice urgent. “Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Colby replied quickly, his voice shaking just a little.

The dog stood, shaking itself briefly before trotting further up the stairs without hesitation.

“No way,” Colby muttered, still holding the camera steady despite his shaking hands. “That just happened. That just—what time is it?”

Sam fumbled with his phone, the screen lighting up his face in the dim stairwell. “Eleven eleven,” he said quietly, his voice filled with an uneasy awe. “Double digits. Her aunt said—”

“I know what her aunt said,” Colby interrupted, panning the camera down the spiral stairwell. “We just saw her. Like, actually saw her.”

The two stood there in stunned silence for a few seconds before the sound of the dog’s nails clicking on the floor above broke through.

“He’s leading us somewhere,” Sam said, gripping the flashlight tighter. “Come on.”

“Dude…” Colby hesitated, but the camera followed Sam up the steps anyway.

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˚˖౨ৎ~𓍢ִ໋ Investigating Outer Banks most haunted lighthouse

"Investigating Outer Banks most haunted lighthouse"

part: 1, The Lighthouse

warnings!; I'm not american so correct me if sth is wrong; english is not my first language!!

notes; this is supposed to read like you're watching a video

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"What's up, guys? It's Sam and Colby, and welcome to the most haunted lighthouse in the Outer Banks," Colby started the intro, his voice cutting through a shot of the towering structure shrouded in thick fog. Aerial footage of the lighthouse played, revealing its weathered stone walls perched on the edge of the rugged shoreline.

"This lighthouse is located in the Outer Banks, North Carolina," Sam informed the viewers, his tone equal parts excited and uneasy. "It’s been standing here for over a century, but the hauntings? Those only started about ten years ago with the death of the lightkeeper's daughter."

"And it’s our second time investigating a lighthouse," Colby added, nudging Sam with a small smirk.

"Yeah, maybe this one’s nicer than the last one," Sam joked, earning a laugh from Colby.

"The craziest part?" Colby continued, his expression shifting to something more serious. "The current owner of this lighthouse is actually related to the spirit we’re hoping to make contact with tonight. She’s the ghost’s aunt, and she’s agreed to let us investigate."

"This place has such a vibe already," Sam said as the camera panned to the lighthouse’s towering silhouette. The faint cry of seagulls echoed through the haze, and a low wind rustled the tall grass by the shore.

As the camera cut to Sam and Colby walking toward the lighthouse, the fog seemed to part just enough to reveal the silhouette of a woman standing at the entrance. A large white dog lay stretched out on the porch, its head lifting in quiet alarm as the two men approached.

"This is Anya, the current owner of the lighthouse," Sam introduced as the camera showed the woman standing by the door, with the dog at her side.

"Thanks for letting us investigate," Colby said.

Anya gave a brief nod. "You're the first strangers to investigate here. I haven’t really let anyone try before."

"So, what’s the story with the place?" Sam asked, glancing around.

Anya took a moment before answering. "It’s been in my family for generations. My brother was the last keeper, but he passed away years ago. Since then, I've taken care of it. As for the hauntings... they started not long after. We think it has something to do with my niece. She grew up here, and then... well, things changed after she passed. It's quiet, but sometimes you’ll notice things—footsteps, doors creaking, stuff moving."

"Do you think it's her?" Colby asked.

Anya shrugged slightly. "Could be. We don’t really know. But we’ve heard things, especially in the winter. The dog’s protective of certain spots, like a chair by the window. Never lets anyone near it. You'll maybe hear some humming."

"Any signs on the beach?" Sam asked, noticing the faint waves in the distance.

"Sometimes footprints. But nothing too clear," Anya said. "It’s been quiet lately, but maybe tonight you’ll hear something."

As she was about to leave, the elderly woman turned toward them. "During double digits on the clock, you can see her fall, " she hummed, before walking out the door, leaving Sam and Colby alone in the lighthouse. The dog, however, stayed put, curled up at the end of an old chair by the window.

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˚˖౨ৎ~𓍢ִ໋ 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴… 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

ghost!reader who haunts the lighthouse with an air of softness and melancholy.

ghost!reader who is often glimpsed as a faint silhouette or glowing outline, with delicate, flowing movements as if she’s drifting on the wind.

ghost!reader who hums a soft, haunting seashanty as she wanders the empty halls, a melody barely heard but always felt.

ghost!reader who falls down the railing during double numbers on the clock, a splash echoing through the abandoned home

ghost!reader who's aunt watches over the lighthouse with a borzoi dog by her side

ghost!reader who wanders the beach, leaving faint footprints in the sand before vanishing into the water, where the waves seem to carry her spirit away.

ribbons. pocket watch. porcelain teacups. sand. oil lamp. binoculars. music box. shells. pearls. seagulls.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬!

" Investigating Outer Banks most haunted lighthouse "

⤷ 𝜗𝜚 ˚. part; 1!! "The Lighthouse"

⤷ 𝜗𝜚 ˚. part; 2!! "exploring"

⤷ 𝜗𝜚 ˚. part; 3!! "The Watchroom"

⤷ 𝜗𝜚 ˚. part; 4!! "The Estes Method"

inspired by @rafesangelita and @rafesdearest please stop by by them, i love both of their writing sm<33

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