To Sharon, it had seemed like the perfect summer job: housesitting for a couple who was vacationing in Europe.
The home was located on a small island in the Puget Sound and Sharon hoped to use the isolation to finish her master's thesis.
Everything went well until a powerful storm lashed across the island cutting power and communication.
Sharon tried to remain calm during the storm but the howling wind and encroaching darkness began to frighten her.
The crashing of a falling tree brought Sharon to the window of her bedroom.
It was hard to see anything, but there appeared to be a tall thin man in the yard, but when Sharon looked again the figure was gone.
Bundled up in her covers, Sharon tried to go to sleep and eventually fell into a light slumber.
A strange scuffling noise from downstairs awakened her and she reluctantly took her flashlight wand headed to the lower floor.
As Sharon entered the living room, a stark white face stared at her from the big picture window.
Sharon screamed and the face disappeared.
By morning, the storm was over and armed with a knife, Sharon went outside to check on the damage.
There was debris and broken trees everywhere but fortunately the house had not been hit.
Later in the afternoon, a group of rescue workers arrived by boat and Sharon told them about to white- faced creature.
To her surprise, the fire chief laughed.
"That sounds like the captain. "He lived on this island about fifty years ago and shows up whenever there is a storm."
"Are you saying the captain is dead?" Sharon asked incredulously.
The fire chief shrugged, "Well yeah, but he doesn't mean any harm."
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