The Night the Lighthouse Keeper Stayed at Cape Morrow

On a November night in 1987, Luna's car broke down on the coast road south of Cape Morrow, a town that doesn't appear on most maps. She walked the final mile through fog thick enough to drink, following a beam that wasn't the lighthouse. The keeper was an old woman named Elara who hadn't spoken to anyone in thirty years, but she'd been expecting Luna. The lantern room held charts that showed no coastline, only open water for hundreds of miles. And the light itself—it didn't come from any bulb or flame. Elara said it was a warning. Not for ships. For something that lived in the deep, something that had learned to mimic the fog horns. This is a story about isolation, duty, and the terrible weight of being the one who keeps watch. #EmptyFloorTwelve #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #CapeMorrow #Lighthouse #Fog #November1987 #Elara #LanternRoom #TheDeep #Mimic #Duty #Isolation #CoastRoad #BrokenCar #MapsThatLie #OldWoman #FogHorn Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo