It's the middle of the night. It's almost below freezing. You can't go to sleep, you haven't for several days at this point. You've recently moved to this small country town, and since then, you haven't had a good wink of sleep. It's nothing to do with the bed, or the pillows, it's the lighthouse. Every time you try to sleep, the glow of the lighthouse enters through your bedroom window. It's happened so many times that you honestly feel like it's doing it on purpose. That's it, you can't take it anymore. You get some boxer shorts on and your bathrobe on and walk out of your house and into the ghost-town-like streets. No one is outside, no cars, no drunks, no one, but you don't notice as the anger inside you is fuming. You walk and walk until you are a small distance away from the lighthouse, but as you take one step further, the light swings around to surround you, lightning crashes down on the tip of the lighthouse and the power from the lightning hits the lamp, and you feel like you have just been stung by a thousand wasps all attached by several car batteries.
You black out, but you notice that you feel different somehow...