The Edgemoore Light at Half Tide

In the winter of 1989, a woman named Ellen Shire took a job as the temporary lightkeeper on Edgemoore Island, a bare rock shelf a mile off the coast of Cunningham, Maine. The lighthouse had been automated for a decade, but the Coast Guard needed someone to stay through December for a radio relay experiment. Ellen — a retired marine biologist who had lost her husband to the sea three years prior — saw it as a quiet way to spend the holidays alone. She lasted seven nights. On the eighth night, she stopped logging the weather readings. I found her journal wedged behind the fog bell when I anchored there last October. It's not the isolation that breaks her. It's the light itself — and what it reveals when the tide is exactly halfway between ebb and flood. No one else has read this journal. I'm not sure anyone should have. #EdgemooreLight #HalfTide #CunninghamMaine #LighthouseHorror #EllenShire #FogBell #December1989 #TideCycle #Lightkeeper #Isolation #SeaJournal #WhatTheTideReveals #CoastalHorror #Midnight #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarrated #LunaReads Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo