The Woman at Lost Lake Overlook

I spent the summer of 2019 working the night shift at the Lost Lake Overlook, a scenic pull-off on an old logging road in the Oregon Coast Range. It was a lonely job—just me, a folding chair, and a wooden gate I had to close at midnight. But the third week, I started noticing a woman standing at the edge of the cliff. She wore a blue dress, no jacket, no shoes. She was always there just after eleven, staring down at the water two hundred feet below. I never saw her arrive. I never saw her leave. But the night I finally spoke to her, she told me something that made the temperature drop ten degrees. This is a story about what waits at the edge of things, and what happens when you look too long. #LostLakeOverlook #BlueDress #OregonCoastRange #NightShift #CliffEdge #Fog #MoonlessNight #DisappearingWoman #ElevenPM #FoldingChair #OldLoggingRoad #Summer2019 #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Luna #TenFathoms Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo